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THE MONUMENT OF GREELEY Why seek to know? he little sought,

Himself, to lift the close-drawn veil,

Nor for his own salvation wrought

And pleaded, ay, and wore his mail;

No selfish grasp of life, no fear,

Won for mankind his ceaseless caring,

But for themselves he held them dear,—

Their birth and shrouded exit sharing.

Not his the feverish will to live

A sunnier life, a longer space,

Save that the Eternal Law might give

The boon in common to his race.

Earth, 't was thy heaven he loved, and best

Thy precious offspring, man and woman,

And labor for them seemed but rest

To him, whose nature was so human.

Even here his spirit haply longed

To stay, remembered by our kind,

And where the haunts of men are thronged

Move yet among them. Seek and find

A presence, though his voice has ceased,

Still, even where we dwell, remaining,

With all its tenderest thrills increased

And all it cared to ask obtaining.

List, how the varied things that took

The impress of his passion rare

Make answer! To the roadways look,

The watered vales, the hamlets fair.

He walks unseen the living woods,

The fields, the town, the shaded borough,

And in the pastoral solitudes

Delights to view the lengthening furrow.

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