You keep the Ashes; I hold the Portrait
Then among his Stamps split well with you Three
To which the Cosmos blend Time with our Fate
Then ply Heresy permit to be Free
So these Carnations still Weep for his Loss
Thinking the Earth-Blanket deceived them since
When Heart by Gold's Plated Purpose because
Greet his Sterling Silver upon his Prince
Which must be Enough before I's do swell
And Wickedly Gross such Sanction become
May for your Penance do Forgive and Tell
Abhor the Many; Then take Notes by Some.
Conscience your Brow. Else its own Mouth speaks Lies
To Honour the Dad; By Blood's Trip despise.

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