MEMORIALS
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Who that surveys this span of earth we press, This speck of life in Time's great wilderness, This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas, The past, the future—two eternities, Would sully the bright spot, or leave it bare, When he might build him a proud temple there; A name that long shall hallow all its space, And be each purer soul's high resting-place?