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I wrote this one perhaps a year and a half ago? It touches on the same subject, but ends on a positive note. _________ Hermarchus On seeing the bust of Epicurus Ho! I--Master, I held from grief. We laid Your body to its rest beneath the sky And sun. What then to grieve? Thy atoms fly Scattered, thy soul at more than peace which said "Death is nothing"--but here! Thy sculptured head Is wreathed with leaves of bay. Ah, how can I Fall to grief? Your students with laughing cries Honor you--your 'mem…