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IV.

How shall the world remember? Men forget:

Our dead are all too many even for Fame!

Man's justice kneels to kings, and pays no debt

To those who never courted her acclaim.

Cheat not your heart with promises to pay

For gifts beyond all price so freely given.

Where is the heart so rich that it can say

To those who mourn, "I will restore your heaven"?

But these, with their own hands, laid up their treasure

Where never an emperor can break in and steal,

Treasure for those that loved them past all measure

In those high griefs that earth can never heal,

Proud griefs, that walk on earth, yet gaze above,

Knowing that sorrow is but remembered love.