Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. To John Stuart Mill
God knows we honour thee that from high rank
Didst stoop to theme held poor for sage or seer,
With valiant tome to hallow lowlier sphere
In consecration, just, and stern, and frank!
Sad sage, that from the cup of quiet drank
Sad serious sage, our onliest friend - nay here
We greet all friends that proffered us good cheer,
And in thy name we give to all our thank!
God knows we honour thee and hold thee dear,
And in the whirling world that spurns the dead,
And in the operose life that must forget,
Sometimes a quiet hour comes when yet
We know, for all the cypress waving o'er thy bed,
Thy grave is in our hearts, and thou art near. |
