My Teacher
Shall I forget,
He that stooped to see me climb?
Shall I forget,
He who now rests on the arms of eternity?
He was a manly man,
And even as he lieth beneath the grass,
As food for the worms,
I will forget him not,
For he was my Teacher!
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