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epitaph.
Alas, what better faith have we?
What light of heaven shines tenderly
On this dark web of mystery?
What light of heaven shines tenderly
On this dark web of mystery?
What shall we say of what was here?
A thing that held its life as dear
As one of us, in hope and fear.
A thing that held its life as dear
As one of us, in hope and fear.
Dumbly it asked for human care;
A little love, that it might bear
The ills and pains it could not share;
A little love, that it might bear
The ills and pains it could not share;
Some patience for misdoings small;
For dulness, ignorance, and all
That made it a dependent thrall
For dulness, ignorance, and all
That made it a dependent thrall
On human kind. Perhaps not dumb,
(Nay, Richard!) in new guise shall come
Into the spirit's older home,
(Nay, Richard!) in new guise shall come
Into the spirit's older home,
