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Rh So when you breathe my name in future years
 * Deal gently with the comrade who is gone,

Remember her as ere who shared your tears
 * And felt your sorrows even as her own.

O friends! Deny me not the boon I ask,
 * Is human wrath more dread than that of Heaven?

Is pardoning a fault so great a task
 * That man should dare refuse what God has given?

Trace all my frailties in Oblivion’s sand,
 * But grave my virtues deep on memory’s shrine;

When this is done by Heaven’s recording hand
 * Can human hearts refuse this prayer of mine?