Fear No More Fear no more the heat o' the sun, ? Nor the furiour winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta' en thy weges: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney -sweepers, come to dust. fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant 's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat ; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptred, learning, physic, must All follow this , and come to dust. fear no more the lightning - flash, Nor the all - dreaded thunder -stone; fear not slander, censure rash ; Thou hast finished joy and moan : All lovers yourg, all lovers must Consign to thee, and come to dust.
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