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132 Patient, wise, and mirthful in the ringed and reeking town,

These endured unresting till they rested from their labours—

Little wasted bodies, ah, so light to lower down!)

Yet their graves are scattered and their names are clean forgotten,

Earth shall not remember, but the Waiting Angel knows

Them that died at Uitvlugt when the plague was on the city—

Her that fell at Simon's Town in service on our foes.

Wherefore we they ransomed, while the breath is in our nostrils.

Now and not hereafter, ere the meaner years go by—

Praise with love and worship many honourable women,

Those that gave their lives for us when we were like to die!