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IN MEMORY OF BARRY CORNWALL.
IV.
That shrink not by day for heat or for cold by night,
As a thought in the heart shall increase when the heart's self knows not,
Shall endure in our ears as a sound, in our eyes as alight;
Shall wax with the years that wane and the seasons' chime,
As a white rose thornless that grows in the garden of time.
V.
And men sit sad that were glad for their sweet songs' sake;
The same year beckons, and elder with younger brother
Takes mutely the cup from his hand that we all shall take.[1]
They pass ere the leaves be past or the snows be come;
And the birds are loud, but the lips that out-sang them dumb.
- ↑ Sydney Dobell died August 22, 1874.