| NO labor-saving machine, |
| Nor discovery have I made, |
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Nor will I be able to leave behind me any wealthy bequest to
found a hospital or library, |
| Nor reminiscence of any deed of courage for America, |
| Nor literary success nor intellect, nor book for the book-shelf, |
| But a few carols vibrating through the air I leave, |
| For comrades and lovers. |