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Auguste Guyard.
BARMOUTH.
Here lies a man who toiled with pen and spade,
Who went forth sowing, and with all his might
Wrought, from the dawn, until the sunset light—
And so from barren Rock an Eden made—
Who, sworn all truth and all things pure to aid,
Of all things beautiful the Gentle Knight,
Still faced the storm, still battled with the blight,
And plied unmurmuringly his Heavenly trade.
Who went forth sowing, and with all his might
Wrought, from the dawn, until the sunset light—
And so from barren Rock an Eden made—
Who, sworn all truth and all things pure to aid,
Of all things beautiful the Gentle Knight,
Still faced the storm, still battled with the blight,
And plied unmurmuringly his Heavenly trade.
To this high crag, beloved of him, he gave
His out-worn body, trusting so the weed
Of some wild saxifrage would kindlier grow
Above his ashes laid in peace below.
He little thought that from his hermit grave
Would bloom, for aye, Love's universal seed.
His out-worn body, trusting so the weed
Of some wild saxifrage would kindlier grow
Above his ashes laid in peace below.
He little thought that from his hermit grave
Would bloom, for aye, Love's universal seed.
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