Descansa, lutador! — tu que, na vida,
Uma senda d’espinhos, mal florida,
Apercorrer tiveste, em dura sorte,
Rosas de luz celeste, peregrina,
Terás, decerto, na Mansão divina,
Entre os eleitos de ideal corte!
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