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90 Ye who have struggled with me in the strife,
 * Ye who have braved the conflict, fought and bled,

My comrades on the battle-field of Life,
 * Deal with me gently after I am dead.

Remember not my many frailties,
 * My faults and failings, though they are not few,

Nay, countless as the sands beside the seas,
 * Still would I ask forgetfulness from you.

It may be that some comrade’s heart hath bled,
 * Sore wounded by some careless shaft of mine,

But let not anger live against the dead,
 * “To err is human, to forgive Divine.”

And if your wrath is fierce and fain would live,
 * Remember that I also suffered wrong,

Yet found it in my power to forgive.
 * Though Hate is mighty, Love is still more strong.

One virtue I can surely call my own,
 * Perchance, with it, my life has not been vain;

My ears were swift to hear another’s moan,
 * My eyes were swift to weep for others’ pain.