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"Oh could thy grave at home, at Carthage, be! " --
Care not for that, and lay me where I fall.
Everywhere heard will be the judgment-call.
But at God's altar, oh! remember me.
Thus Monica, and died in Italy.
Yet fervent had her longing been, through all / Her course, for home at last, and burial / With her own husband, by the Libyan sea.
Had been; but at the end, to her pure soul / All tie with all beside seem'd vain and cheap, / And union before God the only care.
Creeds pass, rites change, no altar standeth whole; / Yet we her memory, as she pray'd, will keep, / Keep by this: Life in God, and union there!