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In Memoriam
J. R. A., 20th March, 1907.
You, who in Balliol days at work were seen
With him we called ‘the Master’—him who bade
Us toil at Hinksey with the pick and spade
To give poor men a pleasant village-green—
Who, later, here in Crosthwaite's vale serene
Lived out your student-life, and plied your trade
Of seeking Thought, Art, History, Faith to aid
The quest for Truth that grew with quest more keen—
With him we called ‘the Master’—him who bade
Us toil at Hinksey with the pick and spade
To give poor men a pleasant village-green—
Who, later, here in Crosthwaite's vale serene
Lived out your student-life, and plied your trade
Of seeking Thought, Art, History, Faith to aid
The quest for Truth that grew with quest more keen—
Is it for nothing that your heart has given
Such strenuous work for wisdom, not for fame?
Nay, other worlds shall gain your store's increase,
The seed you garnered yet shall fruit in heaven,
And here your memory be a man of Peace,
Who, loving light, toiled on till morning came.
Such strenuous work for wisdom, not for fame?
Nay, other worlds shall gain your store's increase,
The seed you garnered yet shall fruit in heaven,
And here your memory be a man of Peace,
Who, loving light, toiled on till morning came.
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