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 May we who shrank to find him weak Remember that he cannot speak.

For envy that we may recall, And for our faith before the fall, May we who are alive be slow To tell what we shall never know.

For penance he would not confess, And for the fateful emptiness Of early triumph undermined, May we now venture to be kind.



So long adrift, so fast aground, What foam and ruin have we found— 