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Sorrow.
IN MEMORIAM, LORD FREDERICK CAVENDISH, ASSASSINATED MAY 6TH, 1882.
O day of sorrow, day of gloom!
O day of memories most dire!
Time hath not dulled our sense of pain,
Nor have the slow revolving years
Dried up the fountain of our tears;
They gush forth in fresh streams again,
When we recall his cruel doom.
Dear honoured House of Devonshire,
Tho' years have passed since he was slain,
Our hearts to-day are one with thee
In sorrow and in sympathy,
For all thy bitter grief and pain;
For Barrow knew and loved him dear,
And shall for aye his name revere.
O day of memories most dire!
Time hath not dulled our sense of pain,
Nor have the slow revolving years
Dried up the fountain of our tears;
They gush forth in fresh streams again,
When we recall his cruel doom.
Dear honoured House of Devonshire,
Tho' years have passed since he was slain,
Our hearts to-day are one with thee
In sorrow and in sympathy,
For all thy bitter grief and pain;
For Barrow knew and loved him dear,
And shall for aye his name revere.
Joy.
ON THE BIRTH OF A SON AND HEIR TO VICTOR CAVENDISH, ESQ., BORN MAY 7TH, 1895.
Sorrow and joy go hand in hand,
And it will be for ever so.
For life is like an April day:
Yesterday our eyes were dim
With tears of sorrow shed for him!
Now smiles are chasing tears away,
For joy has banished woe.
Our hope fulfilled, we bless the dawn,
The dawn of this most blessed day,
Whose happy eventide gave birth
To thee, beloved son and heir,
And gave unto thy parents dear
The sweetest of the joys of earth.
God's benison on their first-born!
And it will be for ever so.
For life is like an April day:
Yesterday our eyes were dim
With tears of sorrow shed for him!
Now smiles are chasing tears away,
For joy has banished woe.
Our hope fulfilled, we bless the dawn,
The dawn of this most blessed day,
Whose happy eventide gave birth
To thee, beloved son and heir,
And gave unto thy parents dear
The sweetest of the joys of earth.
God's benison on their first-born!
