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[And when I am entombèd in my place]
And when I am entombèd in my place,Be it remembered of a single man,
He never, though he dearly loved his race,
For fear of human eyes swerved from his plan.
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Be it remembered of a single man,
He never, though he dearly loved his race,
For fear of human eyes swerved from his plan.