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On his little grave and wild, / Faustinus, the martyr child, / Candytuft and mustards grow. / Ah, how many a June has smiled / On the turf he lies below.
Ages gone they laid him there, / Quit of sun and wholesome air, / Broken flesh and tortured limb; / Leaving all his faith the heir / Of his gentle hope and him.