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...of song 200 IN MEMORIAM. Thy leaf has perish'd in the green, And, while we breathe beneath the sun, The world which credits what is done Is cold to all that might have been. So here shall silence guard thy fame; But somewhere, out of human view, Whate'er thy hands are set...

...a little dust of praise. Thy leaf has perished in the green, And, while we breathe beneath the sun, The world which credits what is done Is cold to all that might have been. So here shall silence guard thy fame ; But somewhere, out of human view, Whate'er thy hands are set...

...a little dust of praise. Thy leaf has perished in the green, And, while we breathe beneath the sun, The world which credits what is done Is cold to all that might have been. So here shall silence guard thy fame ; But somewhere, out of human view, Whate'er thy hands are set...

...simple plan That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can." Rob Roy's Crave. " The world, which credits what is done, Is cold to all that might have been." In Memoriam. NOW we are going to ' the very heart of Mexico,' the Plaza Mayor de la Constitucion,"...