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Title: The Riddle Of The Sphinx
Author: Charles Hamilton Musgrove [ More Titles by Musgrove]
From age to age the haggard human train Creeps wearily across Time's burning sands To look into her face, and lift weak hands In supplication to the calm disdain That crowns her stony brow.... But all in vain The riddle of mortality they try: Doom speaks still from her unrelenting eye-- Doom deep as passion, infinite as pain. From age to age the voice of Love is heard Pleading above the tumult of the throng, But evermore the inexorable word Comes like the tragic burden of a song. "The answer is the same," the stern voice saith: "Death yesterday, today and still tomorrow--Death!"
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