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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  An American Anthology, 1787–1900.  1900.
643. Sir Marmaduke’s Musings
By Theodore Tilton
I WON a noble fame;
  But, with a sudden frown,
  The people snatched my crown,
  And, in the mire, trod down
My lofty name.        5
I bore a bounteous purse;
  And beggars by the way
  Then blessed me, day by day;
  But I, grown poor as they,
Have now their curse.        10
I gained what men call friends;
  But now their love is hate,
  And I have learned, too late,
  How mated minds unmate,
And friendship ends.        15
I clasped a woman’s breast,—
  As if her heart, I knew,
  Or fancied, would be true,—
  Who proved, alas! she too!
False like the rest.        20
I now am all bereft,—
  As when some tower doth fall,
  With battlement, and wall,
  And gate, and bridge, and all,—
And nothing left.        25
But I account it worth
  All pangs of fair hopes crossed—
  All loves and honors lost,—
  To gain the heavens, at cost
Of losing earth.        30
So, lest I be inclined
  To render ill for ill,—
  Henceforth in me instil,
  O God, a sweet good-will
To all mankind.        35


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