A Nameless Epitaph

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A Nameless Epitaph

I

This sentence have I left behind:

An aching body, and a mind

Not wholly clear, nor wholly blind,

Too keen to rest, too weak to find,

That travails sore, and brings forth wind,

Are God’s worst portion to mankind.

II

Ask not my name, O friend!

That Being only, which hath known each man

From the beginning, can

Remember each unto the end.