POE TitY.
LORD GOSOHEN.
Arm through a life of toil, in age redoubled, He served his land, his aim a Nation's good; Fighter undaunted ; thinker, clear, untroubled; Where others stumbled, be unfaltering stood.
Friend whom we clung to; leaddr whom we followed, Manful and ardent for the cause he served ; No false allegiance held, no party hallowed Steps that from truth had strayed; he never swerved. Lover of England and her ancient story ; Proud of her greatness sober, temperate, free ; Straining her wealth to guard her Empire's glory ; Fearless, but watchful on her throne, the sea.
Lover of lettered ease, how, weary often, Fain would he rest, and lay the burden by! But England will not let her sons to soften ; They must fight on, in harness live and die.
And now 'tis done : the long day's work is finished Triumph and failure, both may be forgot : But he has left us, noble, undiminished, Heirloom of Time, a name without a blot.
Ah, this brief day of ours ! the night is falling ; When the word comes, we can no longer stay : The Past is past ; beyond, the Future calling; Men of all parties, we are One to-day.
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