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 To the sick man the physician when he enters seems to have three 
faces, those of a man, a read more 
 To the sick man the physician when he enters seems to have three 
faces, those of a man, a devil, a god. When the physician first 
comes and announces the safety of the patient, then the sick man 
says: "Behold a God or a guardian angel!"
 [Lat., Intrantis medici facies tres esse videntur
  Aegrotanti; hominis, Daemonis, atque Dei.
   Cum primum accessit medicus dixitque salutem,
    En Deus aut custos angelus, aeger ait.] 
All things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.
All things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.
 The wind blows out, the bubble dies;
 The spring entomb'd in autumn lies;
  The dew dries up; read more 
 The wind blows out, the bubble dies;
 The spring entomb'd in autumn lies;
  The dew dries up; the star is shot;
   The flight is past--and man forgot. 
 It is sometimes expedient to forget what you know.
 [Lat., Etiam oblivisci quod scis interdum expedit.]  
 It is sometimes expedient to forget what you know.
 [Lat., Etiam oblivisci quod scis interdum expedit.] 
 The tumult and the shouting dies,
 The captains and the kings depart;
  Still stands thine ancient sacrifice,
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 The tumult and the shouting dies,
 The captains and the kings depart;
  Still stands thine ancient sacrifice,
   A humble and a contrite heart.
    Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet
     Lest we forget,--lest we forget. 
God and I both knew what it meant once; now God alone knows.
God and I both knew what it meant once; now God alone knows.
 And have you been to Borderland?
 Its country lies on either hand
  Beyond the river I-forget.
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 And have you been to Borderland?
 Its country lies on either hand
  Beyond the river I-forget.
   One crosses by a single stone
    So narrow one must pass alone,
     And all about its waters fret--
      The laughing river I-forget. 
 We bury love,
 Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
  That is a thing to weep for, not read more 
 We bury love,
 Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
  That is a thing to weep for, not the dead. 
Nobody is forgotten when it is convenient to remember him.
Nobody is forgotten when it is convenient to remember him.