 | A collection of poems by Ernest Radford |  |
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VOCES POPULI.
Lay by him, since 'tis broken
The staff he leanèd on,
And this, the lover's token
That lips have dwelt upon.
The staff he leanèd on,
And this, the lover's token
That lips have dwelt upon.
'Tis not the dead, the living,
That this, ah this, must bear;
Too late to be forgiving,
Too soon to join him there.
That this, ah this, must bear;
Too late to be forgiving,
Too soon to join him there.
“More sinned against than sinning”:—
“No fault of his the pain”:—
“The poet's guerdon winning”:—
While tears fall like rain.
“No fault of his the pain”:—
“The poet's guerdon winning”:—
While tears fall like rain.
| A collection of poems by Ernest Radford | |