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  • Requiescas in Pace!

    From the New York Tribune, November 21, 1914. By Irwin.

    When you are dead and buried, friend,
        There’s nothing to delight or grieve you;
    You live, you die, and that’s the end,
        Let no religious myth deceive you.

    Your goodly wife no more will meet
        You as you wave the evening paper;
    Once dead you’ll read no sporting sheet,
        You’ll cut no latest fox-trot caper.

    For death destroys your petty “I,”
        You do not know that you’ve existed;
    Though folks may pity you, and cry,
        They’ve got their metaphysics twisted.

    They weep for you and mourn your fate,
        And prate of all the joys you’re losing;
    You’re happy (this they never state),
        In one eternal, dreamless snoozing.

    They moan, dissolved in salty tears,
        Their wailing is a mournful riot;
    The fools! They quake with noisy fears,
        At least you rest in peace and quiet.