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God and the Doctor we alike adore
But only when in danger, not before;
The danger o'er, read more
God and the Doctor we alike adore
But only when in danger, not before;
The danger o'er, both are alike requited,
God is forgotten, and the Doctor slighted.
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her
cunning.
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her
cunning.
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.
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away;
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One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away;
Agayne I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tyde and made my paynes his prey.
It is sometimes expedient to forget who we are.
It is sometimes expedient to forget who we are.
God of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle-line,
Beneath whose awful Hand we read more
God of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle-line,
Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine--
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget--lest we forget!
Forgotten? No, we never do forget:
We let the years go; wash them clean with tears,
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Forgotten? No, we never do forget:
We let the years go; wash them clean with tears,
Leave them to bleach out in the open day,
Or lock them careful by, like dead friends' clothes,
Till we shall dare unfold them without pain,--
But we forget not, never can forget.
We bury love,
Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
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We bury love,
Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.
Go, forget me--why should sorrow
O'er that brow a shadow fling?
Go, forget me--and to-morrow
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Go, forget me--why should sorrow
O'er that brow a shadow fling?
Go, forget me--and to-morrow
Brightly smile and sweetly sing.
Smile--though I shall not be near thee;
Sing--though I shall never hear thee.