They sleep without food, nor drink, nor
Cold nor heat, can set them down! They
Sleep the Sleep of waking dead, while
Glory n fame pass them by!
With patient sighs they watch the world,as
Dithers it, o’er price and wage! For know
They not of waste nor haste, as they lie
In casks of wood!
Of nor heat nor cold, know they not as they lie
In casks of wood! Their time is past,
Regrets are waste, a world they left with
Strife and waste!
They dream a world, fair n wise,
But dream it is, no less no more! Of stock
Nor share care they not, as they
Lie in casks of wood!