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And hear us, O world, you, who would commend or condemn,

So quick to throw flowers or stones,

We have never sought what you acclaim

Nor shunned what you are accustomed to defame,

You saw us fasting,

Each prepared to make the final sacrifice—

When we, the wanderers, lay down for the rest eternal,

Give others great names, call us the faithful.

Erik Axel Karlfeldt.