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As sometimes in a dead man's face, / To those that watch it more and more, / A likeness, hardly seen before, / Comes out -- to some one of his race:
So, dearest, now thy brows are cold, / I see thee what thou art, and know / Thy likeness to the wise below, / Thy kindred with the great of old.