“Nothing to breathe but air
Quick as a flash 'tis gone;
Nowhere to fall but off,
Nowhere to stand but on.”

— Benjamin Franklin King, Jr.

"The Pessimist," http://books.google.com/books?id=nfUaAAAAYAAJ&q=%22Nothing+to+breathe+but+air+Quick+as+a+flash%22+%22gone+Nowhere+to+fall+but+off+Nowhere+to+stand+but+on%22&pg=PA225#v=onepage first published as "The Sum of Life" in the Chicago Mail, c. January 1893 http://books.google.com/books?id=RCgTAAAAYAAJ&q=%22Nothing+to+breathe+but+air+Quick+as+a+flash+tis+gone+Nowhere+to+fall+but+off+Nowhere+to+stand+but+on%22&pg=PA48#v=onepage.

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