Classic Poem

Death stalketh through the land,
And with unsparing hand,
He smiteth one and all incuriously.
Or prince in palace hall,
Or humble slave in thrall,
From high and low he taketh his grim fee.

But from his heaven above
God sendeth mortals love,
To give sweet solace for all suffering:
And long as love shall reign
Foul death may rage in vain —
For love and love alone, shall be our king!