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All else shall pass away—the thrones of kings, The very traces of their tombs depart; But number not with perishable things The holy records Virtue leaves the heart, Heir-looms from race to race!—and oh! in days, When, by the yet unborn, thy deeds are blest, When our sons learn, "as household words," thy praise, Still on thine offspring may thy spirit rest! And many a name of that imperial line, Father and patriot! blend, in England's songs, with thine!