Ah, Francis:
So live that when they summons comes
To join that innumerable caravan
Which leads to that mysterious realm
Where each shall take his chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not like a quarry slave, scourged to his dungeon,
but sustained and soothed by an unfaltering trust
Approach thy grave, as one who wraps the drapery of
His couch about him,
And lies down to pleasant sleep
Hey, I remembered every single word. There is a case to be made for memorizing, listeners. Even in a library.