Fear No More


Fear no more the heat of the sun

Nor the furious winter's rages

Thou, thy worldly task hast done

Home art gone and taken thy wages


Golden lads and girls all must

As chimney-sweepers come to dust


Fear no more the frown of the great

Thou art past the tyrant’s stoke

Care no more to clothe or eat

To thee the reed is as the oak


The sceptre, learning, physic must

All follow this and come to dust


Fear no more the lightening flash

Not the dreaded thunder-stone

Fear not slander, censure rash

Thou hast finished joy and moan


All lovers young, all lovers must

Consign to thee and come to dust


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