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HOW did he live this dead man here	A
With the temple above his grave	B
He lived as a great one from cradle to bier	A
He was nursed in luxury trained in pride	C
When the wish was born it was gratified	C
Without thanks he took without heed he gave	B
The common man was to him a clod	C
From whom he was far as a demigod	C
His duties To see that his rents were paid	C
His pleasure To know that the crowd obeyed	C
His pulse if you felt it throbbed apart	C
With a separate stroke from the people's heart	C
But whom did he love and whom did he bless	D
Was the life of him more than a man's or less	D
I know not He died There was none to blame	E
And as few to weep but these marbles came	E
For the temple that rose to preserve his name	E
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How did he live that other dead man	F
From the graves apart and alone	G
As a great one too Yes this was one	H
Who lived to labor and study and plan	F
The earth's deep thought he loved to reveal	I
He banded the breast of the land with steel	I
The thread of his toil he never broke	J
He filled the cities with wheels and smoke	J
And workers by day and workers by night	C
For the day was too short for his vigor's flight	C
Too firm was he to be feeling and giving	K
For labor for gain was a life worth living	K
He worshiped Industry dreamt of her sighed for her	L
Potent he grew by her famous he died for her	L
They say he improved the world in his time	M
That his mills and mines were a work sublime	M
When he died the laborers rested and sighed	C
Which was it because he had lived or died	C
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And how did he live that dead man there	N
In the country churchyard laid	C
O he He came for the sweet field air	N
He was tired of the town and he took no pride	C
In its fashion or fame He returned and died	C
In the place he loved where a child he played	C
With those who have knelt by his grave and prayed	C
He ruled no serfs and he knew no pride	C
He was one with the workers side by side	C
He hated a mill and a mine and a town	O
With their fever of misery struggle renown	O
He could never believe but a man was made	C
For a nobler end than the glory of trade	C
For the youth he mourned with an endless pity	C
Who were cast like snow on the streets of the city	C
He was weak maybe but he lost no friend	C
Who loved him once loved on to the end	C
He mourned all selfish and shrewd endeavor	L
But he never injured a weak one never	L
When censure was passed he was kindly dumb	P
He was never so wise but a fault would come	P
He was never so old that he failed to enjoy	Q
The games and the dreams he had loved when a boy	Q
He erred and was sorry but never drew	R
A trusting heart from the pure and true	R
When friends look back from the years to be	C
God grant they may say such things of me	C

John Boyle O'reilly

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