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 'HE WAS A PRINCE OF POWER AND MIGHT'

was a prince of power and might But yesternight; To-day A senseless lump of coffined clay, To hide away.

His life was one long holiday, Careless of sorrows; A ceaseless whirligig of play— No thought for morrows.

His talents slept, Securely hid, 'Neath social custom's ponderous lid; And all men kept The vast white pearls Of truth from him,