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When even my grave is remembered no more, Unmark'd by never a cross nor a stone; Let the plow sweep through it, the spade turn it o'er, That my ashes may carpet thy earthly floor, Before into nothingness at last they are blown.
Of him no trace thy guiding hand has shown; Can power supreme remain unmark'd, unknown?" "Perhaps returned to Zábul's verdant bowers, He undisturbed enjoys his peaceful hours, The vernal banquets may constrain his stay, And rural sports invite prolonged delay." "Ah! say not thus; the Champion of the world, Shrink from the kindling war with banners furled! It cannot be!
And love of purest ray Is like the stars, I ween: Unmark'd is the gentle light When the sunshine of joy appears, But ever, in sorrow's night, 'T will glitter upon thy tears!" "Well, Randal, does that poem satisfy your critical taste? of the singing there can be but one opinion." "Yes, I think it pretty," said Moriarty; "but there is one word in the last verse I object to."
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