English Roses by F. Harald Williams [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] |
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TO THE LATE JAMES ASHCROFT NOBLE. |
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TO THE LATE JAMES ASHCROFT NOBLE.
Large-minded sage, whose just and generous penWrote in its breadth and touch incisive nought
That should have been unwritten and unwrought,
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Thou sittest now for ever among men,
An equal of the sweetest hearts that sought
God's Truth on lines of the eternal thought
Which breaks like Light on far untravelled ken.
Poet, and critic foremost of our time
To catch the note of that serener chime,
Amid the pulse and babblement of pain
And empty strivings after knowledge vain;
O in the shiftings of each creed and clime,
What thou hast said need ne'er be said again.
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