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Show Arthur McEvvcn. Undisciplined from cradle to the grave, His moods his only guides e'en from his birth, So bright was he, so gifted and so brave, ! .Ho had no follow on this big round earth. His manhood never faltered, not for life Nor fortune would he do a potty thing. Iri all his years of trial and of strife Ho walked the earth with bearing of a king; For in his soul, wha.to'er his faults, he knew There was no thought that was not high and bravo; 'Jhat when" he came to bid this life adiou, ' TSTo Stain nor taint would rest upon his grave, dpd rest the stormy soul: Like a caress May the cold clods rest on the dauntless breast. |