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Upon Watts' Picture, "Sic Transit" The ring of spears, the winning of the fight,

The careless song, the cup, the love of friends,

The earth in spring—to live, to feel the light—

'Twas good the while it lasted: here it ends.

Remain the well-wrought deed in honour done,

The dole for Christ's dear sake, the words that fall

In kindliness upon some outcast one,—

They seemed so little: now they are my All. [37]