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III
When I am dead make no moan
O'er my unfulfilled hopes of renown,
Nor regret that the seeds I had sown
Never grew, or by storms were struck down;
You may say that I kept to the last
My hate of oppression and wrong;
That to faith in the truth I held fast,
And loved ever the wise, not the strong.
When I am dead make no moan
O'er my unfulfilled hopes of renown,
Nor regret that the seeds I had sown
Never grew, or by storms were struck down;
You may say that I kept to the last
My hate of oppression and wrong;
That to faith in the truth I held fast,
And loved ever the wise, not the strong.
IV
Yet when I am dead you may weep
If you will, a few tears of relief,
Not too bitter, or burning, or deep—
Just a sign of unmurmuring grief:
And then you shall say—Let him rest;
He strove though he did not attain;
He suffered, yet was not unblest:
Unflinching he fought life's campaign.
Yet when I am dead you may weep
If you will, a few tears of relief,
Not too bitter, or burning, or deep—
Just a sign of unmurmuring grief:
And then you shall say—Let him rest;
He strove though he did not attain;
He suffered, yet was not unblest:
Unflinching he fought life's campaign.
July 1901
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