The Song of the Last Men

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.

it reads:
If it would be have been our choice
We'd have been born as beasts;
Forget the will, the word, the human voice
Bring on the endless feasts!
But hold a moment on that request
We'd had a troubling thought;
For health to feast is not the best
Or not to feast a lot!
But if you can find us pleasure still
With consequence the least;
Let it then again have been our will
And make each a mindless beast!


  1. How trimmed and cozy is the garden
    Whose prim and rosy is its warden.

  2. And bright and lovely is the bower
    Below the white and comely tower.


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