| longsuffering and decennia of brief glory, to mind us of what | 1 |
| was when and to matter us of the withering of our ways, their | 2 |
| Janyouare Fibyouare wins true from Sylvester (only Walker | 3 |
| himself is like Waltzer, whimsicalissimo they go murmurand) | 4 |
| comes marching ahome on the summer crust of the flagway. | 5 |
| Life, it is true, will be a blank without you because avicuum's not | 6 |
| there at all, to nomore cares from nomad knows, ere Molochy | 7 |
| wars bring the devil era, a slip of the time between a date and a | 8 |
| ghostmark, rived by darby's chilldays embers, spatched fun | 9 |
| Juhn that dandyforth, from the night we are and feel and fade | 10 |
| with to the yesterselves we tread to turnupon. | 11 |
| But, boy, you did your strong nine furlong mile in slick and | 12 |
| slapstick record time and a farfetched deed it was in troth, cham- | 13 |
| pion docile, with your high bouncing gait of going and your | 14 |
| feat of passage will be contested with you and through you, for | 15 |
| centuries to come. The phaynix rose a sun before Erebia sank his | 16 |
| smother! Shoot up on that, bright Bennu bird! Va faotre! | 17 |
| Eftsoon so too will our own sphoenix spark spirt his spyre | 18 |
| and sunward stride the rampante flambe. Ay, already the | 19 |
| sombrer opacities of the gloom are sphanished! Brave footsore | 20 |
| Haun! Work your progress! Hold to! Now! Win out, ye divil ye! | 21 |
| The silent cock shall crow at last. The west shall shake the east | 22 |
| awake. Walk while ye have the night for morn, lightbreakfast- | 23 |
| bringer, morroweth whereon every past shall full fost sleep. | 24 |
| Amain. | 25 |
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