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Tennyson's Home-Going.
October 11th, 1892.
Bear him by quiet wood and silent down,
And let the first gold leafage on him fall,
His leaf of Life fell golden. Let the pall
Be strewn with English roses, and the crown
Of gold and laurel on his bier be shown.
For now the laurel fades beyond recall
The rose of song lies shattered; in the hall
Of Heaven, he wears that wreath he made his own.
And let the first gold leafage on him fall,
His leaf of Life fell golden. Let the pall
Be strewn with English roses, and the crown
Of gold and laurel on his bier be shown.
For now the laurel fades beyond recall
The rose of song lies shattered; in the hall
Of Heaven, he wears that wreath he made his own.
Yea! bear him from the fair fields of his love
To that old abbey of the Faithful King;
The roaring streets, that felt thro' all their roar
His psalm of peace, shall never wake him more;
And leave him there where Chaucer's heart shall move
For joy to greet the brother whom ye bring.
To that old abbey of the Faithful King;
The roaring streets, that felt thro' all their roar
His psalm of peace, shall never wake him more;
And leave him there where Chaucer's heart shall move
For joy to greet the brother whom ye bring.
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