102. BY A BIER-SIDE
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This is a sacred city built of marvellous earth. Life was lived nobly here to give such beauty birth.
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Beauty was in this brain and in this eager hand: Death is so blind and dumb Death does not understand. Death drifts the brain with dust and soils the young limbs' glory, Death makes justice a dream, and strength a traveller's story. Death drives the lovely soul to wander under the sky. Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die.
John Masefield.