Henry Irving

By toil and grand tradition, you have found
The luminous path to an undying fame!
Great throngs bring willing tribute to your name,
In many a heart you stand enshrined and crowned!

Wit, humor and fancy in your soul abound;
None can your noble life dispraise or blame;
And that rich laughter which a god would claim,
Still rings about our ears with mellow sound.

Most peerless master! honor of the stage,
Long may you live the meed of all to earn;
Serene among the treasures of your heart,
Proving to men that genius has no age,
While future generations love and learn
The marvelous secrets of your perfect art!
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