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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397047" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The King Of Macedonia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou may'st with pleasure hail the dawn, <br>And greet the morning's eye; <br>Remember, king, the night comes on, <br>The fleeting day will soon be gone, <br>Not distant, loud proclaims the funeral tone, <br>Phillip, thou hast to die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With thee thy dame, the queen of birds, <br>May spread her wing to fly; <br>Or smile to trace the numerous herds, <br>Thunders from the Lord of lords, <br>I hear some peal surpassing human words, <br>Philip, thou hast to die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou mayst thy mighty host survey <br>And neighboring kings defy, <br>Whilst round thy retinues flit gay, <br>Beneath thy pomp's imperial ray, <br>Make merry on the tide of joy to day, <br>To-morrow thou shalt die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I heave to hear the day's last peal, <br>A sorrow teeming sigh; <br>The morning's flutt'ring bird has flown, <br>The roses fade, so quickly blown, <br>The lofty king falls robeless from his throne, <br>Philip was born to die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas thus the haughty king of France <br>Strove to ascend on high; <br>Lifting his adamantine lance, <br>He bade his dauntless war-horse prance, <br>Defied the world, and rode the car of chance, <br>To rage, to fume and die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus vile, thus obstinately vain, <br>He pours his distant brag, <br>Regardless of his millions slain, <br>Regales his pale surviving train, <br>Was but wraped in his infernal chain, <br>Dies on the ocean crag. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This faithful lesson read to all <br>Creation, far and nigh, <br>It is the fate, from Adam's fall, <br>The swain, the king, the low, and tall, <br>The watchman of the grave must give the call, <br>Mortal, thou hast to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Moses+Horton">George Moses Horton</a><div class=q>
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And greet the morning's eye; 
Remember, king, the night comes on, 
The fleeting day will soon be gone, 
Not distant, loud proclaims the funeral tone, 
Phillip, thou hast to die. 

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