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"I, thirty-six years old, in perfect health, begin, / Hoping to cease not till death. " / CHANTS DEMOCRATIC.
"They say that thou art sick, art growing old, / Thou Poet of unconquerable health, / With youth far-stretching, through the golden wealth / Of autumn, to Death's frostful, friendly cold. / The never-blenching eyes, that did behold / Life's fair and foul, with measureless content, / And gaze ne'er sated, saddened as they bent / Over the dying soldier in the fold / Of thy large comrade love; -- then broke the tear! / War-dream, field-vigil, the bequeathed kiss, / Have brought old age to thee; yet, Master, now, / Cease not thy song to us; lest we should miss / A death-chant of indomitable cheer, / Blown as a gale from God; -- oh sing it thou! " / ARRAN LEIGH (England).