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 But this I know, whate’er may be the grief that I must face, Upon his record there will be no blemish of disgrace.

His days have all been splendid days, there lies no broken trust Along the pathway of his youth to molder in the dust; Honor and truth have marked his ways, in him I can be glad; He is as fine and true a son as ever a father had.