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124 Such was he whom we deplore. The long self-sacrifice of life is o'er. The great World-victor's victor will be seen no more.

All is over and done: Render thanks to the Giver, England, for thy son. Let the bell be toll'd. Render thanks to the Giver, And render him to the mould. Under the cross of gold That shines over city and river, There he shall rest for ever Among the wise and the bold. Let the bell be toll'd: And a reverent people behold The towering car, the sable steeds: Bright let it be with his blazon'd deeds,