SELECTIONS IN ENGLISH POETRY
No more in soldier fashion will he greet
With lifted hand the gazer in the street.
O friends, our chief state-oracle is mute:
Mourn for the man of long-enduring blood,
The statesman-warrior, moderate, resolute, 25
Whole in himself, a common good.
Mourn for the man of amplest influence,
Yet clearest of ambitious crime,
Our greatest yet with least pretence,
Great in council and great in war, 30
Foremost captain of his time,
Rich in saving common-sense,
And, as the greatest only are,
In his simplicity sublime.
O good grey head which all men knew, 35
O voice from which their omens all men drew,
O iron nerve to true occasion true,
O fall'n at length that tower of strength
Which stood four-square to ail the winds that blew !
Such was he whom we deplore. 4°
The long self-sacrifice of life is o'er.
The great World-victor's victor will be seen no more.
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All is over and done :
Render thanks to the Giver,
England, for thy son. 45
Let the bell be tollU
Render thanks to the Giver,
And »render him to the mould.
Under the cross of gold
That shines over city and river, 50
There he shall rest for ever
Among the wise and the bold
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