| THE time you won your town the race |
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| We chaired you through the market-place; |
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| Man and boy stood cheering by, |
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| And home we brought you shoulder-high. |
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| To-day, the road all runners come, |
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| Shoulder-high we bring you home, |
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| And set you at your threshold down, |
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| Townsman of a stiller town. |
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| Smart lad, to slip betimes away |
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| From fields where glory does not stay, |
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| And early though the laurel grows |
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| It withers quicker than the rose. |
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| Eyes the shady night has shut |
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| Cannot see the record cut, |
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| And silence sounds no worse than cheers |
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| After earth has stopped the ears: |
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| Now you will not swell the rout |
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| Of lads that wore their honours out, |
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| Runners whom renown outran |
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| And the name died before the man. |
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| So set, before its echoes fade, |
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| The fleet foot on the sill of shade, |
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| And hold to the low lintel up |
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| The still-defended challenge-cup. |
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| And round that early-laurelled head |
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| Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead, |
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| And find unwithered on its curls |
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| The garland briefer than a girl’s. |
Stephen C. Smith
I’m a Dodger Fan But Wow Man this Just Hit me! Its so Sad to See someone so young die..Because of a Stupid Driver….I hope that someone goes to hell or then find who that Person is! I Cried for Nick he was Supposed to be the Hottest Pitcher in the Angels
I’m a Dodger Fan But Wow Man this Just Hit me! Its so Sad to See someone so young die..Because of a Stupid Driver….I hope that someone goes to hell or then find who that Person is! I Cried for Nick he was Supposed to be the Hottest Pitcher in the Angels
Very appropriate poem. Very tragic circumstances.
Greg
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