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 Upon Watts' Picture, "Sic Transit"

UT yesterday the tourney, all the eager joy of life,

The waving of the banners, and the rattle of the spears,

The clash of sword and harness, and the madness of the strife;

To-night begin the silence and the peace of endless years.

(One sings within.)

But yesterday the glory and the prize,

And best of all, to lay it at her feet,

To find my guerdon in her speaking eyes:

I grudge them not,—they pass, albeit sweet.

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