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In life he lived among them and they cast / Him stones for bread. / He that was mightiest of them all had not / Whereon to lay his head.
In death, where flaming poppies fired the dust, / They brought a laurel wreath: / Honour to ashes on the coffin lid! / Fame to the skull beneath!