For what we owe to other days, <br />Before we poisoned him with praise, <br />May we who shrank to find him weak <br />Remember that he cannot speak. <br /> <br />For envy that we may recall, <br />And for our faith before the fall, <br />May we who are alive be slow <br />To tell what we shall never know. <br /> <br />For penance he would not confess, <br />And for the fateful emptiness <br />Of early triumph undermined, <br />May we now venture to be kind.<br /><br />Edwin Arlington Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/exit-2/
