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To these who are cleansed of base Desire, Sorrow and Lust and Shame a
Gods for they knew the hearts of men, men for they stooped to Fame,
Borne on the breath that men call Death, my brothera s spirit came.
He scarce had need to doff his pride or slough the dross of Earth a
E'en as he trod that day to God so walked he from his birth,
In simpleness and gentleness and honour and clean mirth.
So cup to lip in fellowship they gave him welcome high,
And made him place at the banquet board a the Strong Men ranged thereby,
Who had done his work and held his peace and had no fear to die.