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Poems

By William Bell Scott. Ballads, Studies from Nature, Sonnets, etc. Illustrated by Seventeen Etchings by the Author and L. Alma Tadema

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THE EPITAPH OF HUBERT VAN EYCK.
  
  
  
  
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THE EPITAPH OF HUBERT VAN EYCK.

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(CARVED ON THE SHIELD HELD BY A MARBLE SKELETON, CATHEDRAL OF ST. BAVON, GHENT.)

Whoe'er thou art who walkest overhead,
Behold thyself in stone: for I yestreen
Was seemly and alert like thee: now dead,
Nailed up and earthed, and for the last decay,
The first spring greenness and the last decay,
Am hidden here for ever from the day.
I, Hubert Van Eyck, whom all Bruges hailed
Worthy of lauds, am now with worms engrailed.
My soul with many pangs by God constrained
Fled in September when the corn is wained,
Just fourteen hundred years and twenty-six
Since Christ Himself was our first crucifix.
Lovers of Art, pray for me that I gain
God's grace, nor find I've worked and lived in vain.