All gone down, with their trials and problems, br All gone away, with their joy and weeping, br All have passed, with whatever they found; br All grown quiet now, without a sound. br br All their importance, and all they lacked, br All their smugness and humbleness too, br All their loves, and their petty hatreds; br All their lives, every day seems fated. br br All their days, condensed into naught, br All their nights, fled too soon to light, br All their hours, now distilled to dark; br All their daring, there remains no spark. br br All their graves, there under the dirt, br All their headstones that speak of toil, br All their loved ones, who've moved on; br All waiting their spot, when life has gone.