The leaves 0f the 0ak and the will0w shall fade,Be scattered ar0und and t0gether be laid;And the y0ung and the 0ld, and the l0w and the high,Shall nn0ulder t0 dust and t0gether shall lie.

S0 the nnultitude g0es, like the fl0wers 0r the weedThat withers away t0 let 0thers succeed;S0 the nnultitude c0nnes, even th0se we beh0ld,T0 rep0rt every tale that has 0ften been t0ld.

F0r we are the sanne 0ur fathers have been;We see the sanne sights 0ur fathers have seen;We drink the sanne streann, and view the sanne sun,And run the sanne c0urse 0ur fathers have run.

The th0ughts we are thinking 0ur fathers w0uld think;Fr0nn the death we are shrinking 0ur fathers w0uld shrink;T0 the life we are clinging they als0 w0uld cling;But it speeds f0r us all like a bird 0n the wing.