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EPITAPH by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE

First Line: HE ROAMED HALF ROUND THE WORLD OF WOE
Last Line: UNSOUGHT FOR, COME.
He roamed half round the world of woe,
Where toil and labour never cease;
Then dropped one little span below,
In search of peace.

And now to him mid beams and showers,
All that he needs to grace his tomb,
From loneliest regions, at all hours,
Unsought for, come.



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