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44 His sheet of lead,

And trophies buried:

Go, get them where he earned them when alive;

As resolutely dig or dive.

Life is too short to waste

In critic peep or cynic bark,

Quarrel or reprimand:

'Twill soon be dark;

Up, heed thine own aim, and

God speed the mark!