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As the funeral train with its honoured dead / On its mournful way went sweeping, / While a sorrowful nation bowed its head / And the whole world joined in weeping, / I thought, as I looked on the solemn sight, / Of the one fond heart despairing, / And I said to myself, as in truth I might, / "How sad must be this _sharing_."
To share the living with even Fame, / For a heart that is only human, / Is hard, when Glory asserts her claim / Like a bold, insistent woman; / Yet a great, grand passion can put aside / Or stay each selfish emotion, / And watch, with a pleasure that springs from pride, / Its rival-the world's devotion.