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Rh A fallen angel’s pride of thought,
 * Still strong in chains.

All else is gone; from those great eyes
 * The soul has fled:

When faith is lost, when honor dies,
 * The man is dead!

Then, pay the reverence of old days
 * To his dead fame;

Walk backward, with averted gaze,
 * And hide the shame!