But, sharpened by the sight of one, Many shall press toward the goal. p. 87 Thou running foremost of the throng, The fire of striving in thy breast, Shalt win, although the race be long, And ever be the best.

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And wilt thou question of the prize?  ’Tis not of silver or of gold, Nor in applauses manifold, But hidden in the heart it lies: To know that but for thee not one Had run the race or sought the quest, To know that thou hast ever done And ever been the best.

p. 88CATULLUS AT HIS BROTHER’S GRAVE

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Through many lands and over many seas I come, my Brother, to thine obsequies, To pay thee the last honours that remain, And call upon thy voiceless dust, in vain. Since cruel fate has robbed me even of thee, Unhappy Brother, snatched away from me, Now none the less the gifts our fathers gave, The melancholy honours of the grave, Wet with my tears I bring to thee, and say Farewell! farewell! for ever and a day.

p. 89LOST AT SEA

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Lost at sea, with all on board! No one saw their sinking sail, No one heard their dying wail, Heard them calling on the Lord— Lost at sea, with all on board.

Till the sea gives up its dead, There they lie in quiet sleep, And the voices of the deep Sound unheeded overhead, Till the sea gives up its dead.

p. 90PLEASANT PROPHECIES

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A day of gladness yet will dawn, Though when I cannot say; Perhaps it may be Thursday week, Perhaps some other day,—

When man, freed from the bond of clothes, And needing no more food, Shall never pull his neighbour’s nose, But be extremely good.

When Love and Nobleness shall live Next door to Truth and Right, While Reverence shall rent a room, Upon the second flight.

p. 91And wishes shall be horses then, And beggars shall be kings; And all the people shall admire This pleasant state of things.

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But if it seems a mystery, And you’re inclined to doubt it, Just ask your local poet. He Will tell you all 

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