R. L. S. In Memoriam
These to his Memory. May the Age arriving
As ours recall
That bravest heart, that gay and gallant striving,
That laurelled pall!
Blithe and rare spirit! We who later linger
By bleaker seas,
Sigh for the touch of the Magician's finger,—
His golden keys!
As ours recall
That bravest heart, that gay and gallant striving,
That laurelled pall!
Blithe and rare spirit! We who later linger
By bleaker seas,
Sigh for the touch of the Magician's finger,—
His golden keys!
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