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"Courage, invention, mirth we ill can spare / Lie lost with him, the greatest loss of all, / We grudge to well-won rest / His swiftness to devise and dare / That never failed the call."
Thus they all spoke together of the dead / Who was their comrade many a dark hour through, / As one whose work was ended quite, / But he that held him dearest said / Nothing, for well he knew