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A five-year old in a Cape Cod village, twenty miles from the rail,
Falmouth,
Falmouth, loveliest Falmouth,
Wearing her silvery, pearl-embroidered ocean mist for a veil;

His wet white face and miserable eyes Brought nurses to him more than groans and sighs: But hoarse and low and rapid rose and fell His troubled voice: he did the business well
The ward grew dark; but he was still complaining And calling out f...

I died for Beauty — but was
Adjusted in the
When One who died for Truth, was
In an adjoining room —He questioned softly "Why I failed"

Minstrel, what have you to
With this man that, after you,
Sharing not your happy fate,
Sat as England's Laureate

The wisest man could ask no more of
Than to be simple, modest, manly, true,
Safe from the Many, honoured by the Few;
To count as naught in World, or Church, or State,