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His daily, nightly task is o'er -- / He leans above his desk no more.
His pencil and his pen say not / One further word of gracious thought.
All silent is his _voice_, yet clear / For all a grateful world to hear;
He poured abroad his human love / In opulence unmeasured of --
While, in return, his meek demand, -- / The warm clasp of a neighbor-hand
In recognition of the true / World's duty that he lived to do.
So was he kin of yours and mine -- / So, even by the hallowed sign
Of silence which he listens to, / He hears our tears as falls the dew.