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Canto LI




Do we indeed desire the dead    Should still be near us at our side?    Is there no baseness we would hide? No inner vileness that we dread?


Shall he for whose applause I strove,    I had such reverence for his blame,    See with clear eye some hidden shame And I be lessen'd in his love?


I wrong the grave with fears untrue:    Shall love be blamed for want of faith?    There must be wisdom with great Death: The dead shall look me thro' and thro'.


Be near us when we climb or fall:    Ye watch, like God, the rolling hours   With larger other eyes than ours, To make allowance for us all.


-Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam A. H. H., Canto LI