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LEEP softly * * *eagle forgotten * * * under the stone. Time has its way with you there, and the clay hast its own.

"We have buried him now," thought your foes, and in secret rejoiced. They made a brave show of their mourning, their hatred unvoiced. They had snarled at you, barked at you, foamed at you day after day, Now you were ended. They praised you, * * * and laid you away.

The others that mourned you in silence and terror and truth, The widow bereft of her crust, and the boy without youth,