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46  Steer straight as the wind will allow; but be ready
 * To veer just a point to let travellers pass:

Each sees his own star—a stiff course is too steady
 * When this one to Meeting goes, that one to Mass.

Our stream's not so wide but two arches may span it—
 * Good neighbor and citizen; these for a code,

And this truth in sight,—every man on the planet
 * Has just as much right as yourself to the road.

HOSE we love truly never die,
 * Though year by year the sad memorial wreath,

A ring and flowers, types of life and death,
 * Are laid upon their graves.