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IN MEMORIAM
One subject he approached late in his work, but we are thankful he has at least given us Barbara Grant and Catriona. What he might have done one can only imagine, who expected another Portia from his hands. He was buried far from the land he loved, but they chose his grave well, on the mountain top, and his funeral has been described already, save that his disciples were not there.
"'This man decided not to live, but know;
Bury this man there?'
'Here—here's his place, where meteors shoot, clouds form,
Lightnings are loosened,
Stars come and go! Let joy break with the storm,
Peace let the dew send!
Lofty designs must close in like effects;
Loftily lying
Leave him still loftier than the world suspects,
Living and dying.'"
Bury this man there?'
'Here—here's his place, where meteors shoot, clouds form,
Lightnings are loosened,
Stars come and go! Let joy break with the storm,
Peace let the dew send!
Lofty designs must close in like effects;
Loftily lying
Leave him still loftier than the world suspects,
Living and dying.'"
R. L. S.
IN MEMORIAM[1]
These to his memory. May the age arriving,
As ours, recall
That bravest heart, that gay and gallant striving,
That laurelled pall!
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!
By bleaker seas,
Sigh for the touch of the Magician's finger,
His golden keys!
- ↑ Dedication of the New Century number of the Edinburgh University Magazine, January, 1901.
