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In Memoriam A.H.H.

         
            CXXVIII.
             
      The love that rose on stronger wings,
          Unpalsied when he met with Death,
          Is comrade of the lesser faith
      That sees the course of human things.

      No doubt vast eddies in the flood
          Of onward time shall yet be made,
          And throned races may degrade;
      Yet O ye mysteries of good,

      Wild Hours that fly with Hope and Fear,
          If all your office had to do
          With old results that look like new;
      If this were all your mission here,

      To draw, to sheathe a useless sword,
          To fool the crowd with glorious lies,
          To cleave a creed in sects and cries,
      To change the bearing of a word,

      To shift an arbitrary power,
          To cramp the student at his desk,
          To make old bareness picturesque
      And tuft with grass a feudal tower;

      Why then my scorn might well descend
          On you and yours. I see in part
          That all, as in some piece of art,
      Is toil coöperant to an end.
       


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