As I silent sail on its noiseless tide!
When its days and years are expired and gone,
Let my record be that,—I lived and died!
For sadly he meets the stroke of death,
(At the ends of earth though his name be known,)
Who laments, when yielding his final breath,
That he’s known to all but himself alone.
Mordaunt Barnard.
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