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The memory of what we've lost / Is with us more than what we've won; / Perhaps because we count the cost / By what we could, yet have not done.
'Twixt act and purpose fate hath drawn / Invisible threads we can not break, / And puppet-like these move us on / The stage of life, and break or make.
Less than the dust from which we're wrought, / We come and go, and still are hurled / From change to change, from naught to naught, / Heirs of oblivion and the world.