From A Robed Prophet.^[sic]

The World will see again
its purity dragged through earth:
What can remain
in th'Dust but Death? of each fresh birth

--Yet let this never teach its heir
to lay life's efforts down:
"Better we learn to wear (our habits)
just an earthier shade for brown

Till we can walk
upon th'clouds' sweet breath
chewing Successes while we talk
Mortality & Death--"