To The Same

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Dead, why defend thee, who in life
For thy worst foe hadst died;
Who, thy own name a word of strife,
Didst silent stand aside?

Grand in forgiveness, what to thee
The big world’s puny prate!
Or thy great heart hath ceased to be
Or loveth still its mate!

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