  WHOM shall we praise? Let’s praise the dead! In no men’s ways Their heads they raise, Nor strive for bread With you or me. So, do you see, Let living men Dare but to claim From tongue or pen Their meed of fame, We’ll cry them down, Spoil their renown, Deny their sense, Wit, eloquence, Poetic fire, All they desire. Our say is said, Long live the dead! Charles Mackay. |
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