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To Sir Alfred Milner
After a Parliamentary Debate, 1900.
Tho' men who love their party more than life
Rail at you, you whose honour was increased
By Isis, in the West and in the East,
I know your truth is keener than the knife
Of calumny—Tho' traitorous words are rife,
And veiled sedition works unseen as yeast,
I feel your justice done to great and least
Shall yet prevail to heal this bitter strife.
Rail at you, you whose honour was increased
By Isis, in the West and in the East,
I know your truth is keener than the knife
Of calumny—Tho' traitorous words are rife,
And veiled sedition works unseen as yeast,
I feel your justice done to great and least
Shall yet prevail to heal this bitter strife.
For I remember in our Balliol days,
Old for your time and serious for your years,
What manly soul you showed us in debate,
And I have faith that even the men who hate
Shall own the silent will that perseveres
Sought right in utter carelessness of praise.
Old for your time and serious for your years,
What manly soul you showed us in debate,
And I have faith that even the men who hate
Shall own the silent will that perseveres
Sought right in utter carelessness of praise.
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