It is no gift I tender,
A loan is all I can;
But do not scorn the lender;
Man gets no more from man.
Oh, mortal man may borrow
What mortal man can lend;
And ’twill not end to-morrow,
Though sure enough ’twill end.
If death and time are stronger,
A love may yet be strong;
The world will last for longer,
But this will last for long.
(A E Housman)
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