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AN EPITAPH
B. M. P.
Near his loved home, among familiar flowers(Whose memories mingle fragrant breath with ours),
Sleeps a grey father of the mighty West.
His hands had Nature's plea for folded rest;
For, through long years and manhood's noble strife,
Whitened his head above his golden life.
He passed as one who from his harvest goes,
Attended by the sun, to his repose—
Gracious and good. Behold his simple fame:
He lies asleep beneath his honoured name.
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