A perpetual memory and other poems: By Henry Newbolt: With brief memoirs by Walter de la Mare and Ralph Furse and a portrait by Sir William Rothenstein |
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The Anniversary At Her Son's Grave
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The Anniversary At Her Son's Grave
“To the memory of a boy—
His parents' fondest hope—
Not beyond measure to be mourned
For eternal peace is his.
His parents' fondest hope—
Not beyond measure to be mourned
For eternal peace is his.
“In character, in the bright beauty of the mind,
In friendship, he excelled:
Now from the loves of earth
He has gone to the love divine.”
In friendship, he excelled:
Now from the loves of earth
He has gone to the love divine.”
Ah! Beloved, though for thy delight
Thou hast morn everlastingly,
Cease not to remember me
Who weep beneath the twilight.
Thou hast morn everlastingly,
Cease not to remember me
Who weep beneath the twilight.
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