Because you did not fear to love With only loving for your gain, The tedious years have had no power Your sturdy cheerfulness to sour. Comrade, because your soul was free, Because your heart was blithe and strong, Therefore for us these songs of yours Breathe of the beauty that endures. Sydney Olivier. "In After Days" N after days when grasses high I shall not see the morning sky; But yet, now living, fain were I Austin Dobson. The Scholar Y days among the Dead are past; M Where'er these casual eyes are cast, My never-failing friends are they, With them I take delight in weal, And while I understand and feel My cheeks have often been bedewed My thoughts are with the Dead; with them Their virtues love, their faults condemn, And from their lessons seek and find My hopes are with the Dead; anon Through all Futurity; Southey. W Ionicus ITH failing feet and shoulders bowed But still through all his heart was young, His mood a joy that naught could mar, A courage, a pride, a rapture, sprung Of the strength and splendour of England's war. From ill-requited toil he turned To ride with Picton and with Pack, Among his grammars inly burned To storm the Afghan mountain-track. When midnight chimed, before Quebec He watched with Wolfe till the morning star; At noon he saw from Victory's deck The sweep and splendour of England's war. Beyond the book his teaching sped, He left on whom he taught the trace His age from fame and power was far; Founder's Day Eton, 1891 HRIST and His Mother, heavenly Maid, With truth, and purity, mother of truth! O ye, 'neath breezy skies of June By silver Thames's lulling tune, In shade of willow or oak, who try Or on the tabled sward all day Exceed the prayer and keep the fame Or whether with naked bodies flashing Or what pursuit soe'er it be That makes your mingled presence free, May Peace, that conquereth sin and death, Crown with honour the loving eyes, And touch with mirth the mouth of the wise. Here is eternal Spring: for you The very stars of Heaven are new, For you shall Shakespeare's scene unroll, Now learn, love, have, do, be the best; Strive; and hold fast this truth of heaven To him that hath shall more be given. Slow on your dial the shadows creep, So many hours for food and sleep, So many hours till study tire, So many hours for heart's desire. These suns and moons shall memory save, O in such prime enjoy your lot, Then to the world let shine your light, |