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Now honour to the glorious head Numbered with the immortal dead, Yet leaving life behind, Creations to whose charmed powers We owe so many happy hours— The treasures of the mind.

White be the marble for his grave, And o'er it let the laurel wave, Till time itself depart. But marble white, and laurel tree. For memory, what needeth he    Whose shrine is in our heart!