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A proud and mighty monument So great a name should bear; We carve the marble, yet we fling The sweet wild-flowers, too, there.

The universal heart of love His universal shrine, As treasured in our little book, As upon history's line.

The young, the old, the grave, the gay, Alike to him, belong; There is no human pulse but finds An echo in his song.

A proud and mighty monument So great a name should bear, We carve the marble, yet we fling The sweet wild-flowers, too, there.

The universal heart of love His universal shrine, As treasured in our little book, As upon history's line.

The young, the old, the grave, the gay, Alike to him, belong: There is no human pulse but finds An echo in his song.