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O'er our evening fire the smoke is like a pall	A
And funeral banners hang about the arches of the hall	B
In the gable end I see a catafalque aloof	C
And night is drawn up like a curtain to the girders of the roof	C
Thou knowest why we silent sit and why our eyes are dim	D
Sing us such proud sorrow as we may hear for him	D
Reach me the old harp that hangs between the flags he won	E
I will sing what once I heard beside the grave of such a son	E
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My son my son	E
A father's eyes are looking on thy grave	F
Dry eyes that look on this green mound and see	G
The low weed blossom and the long grass wave	F
Without a single tear to them or thee	G
My son my son	E
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Why should I weep The grass is grass the weeds	H
Are weeds The emmet hath done thus ere now	I
I tear a leaf the green blood that it bleeds	H
Is cold What have I here Where where art thou	I
My son my son	E
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On which tall trembler shall the old man lean	J
Which chill leaf shall lap o'er him when he lies	K
On that bed where in visions I have seen	J
Thy filial love or when thy father dies	K
Tissue a fingered thorn to close his childless eyes	K
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Aye where art thou Men tell me of a fame	L
Walking the wondering nations and they say	M
When thro' the shouting people thy great name	L
Goes like a chief upon a battle day	M
They shake the heavens with glory Well away	M
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As some poor hound that thro' thronged street and square	N
Pursues his loved lost lord and fond and fast	O
Seeks what he feels to be but feels not where	N
Tracks the dear feet to some closed door at last	O
And lies him down and lornest looks doth cast	O
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So I thro' all the long tumultuous days	P
Tracing thy footstep on the human sands	Q
O'er the signed deserts and the vocal ways	P
Pursue thee faithful thro' the echoing lands	Q
Wearing a wandering staff with trembling hands	Q
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Thro' echoing lands that ring with victory	G
And answer for the living with the dead	R
And give me marble when I ask for bread	R
And give me glory when I ask for thee	G
It was not glory I nursed on my knee	G
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And now one stride behind thee and too late	S
Yet true to all that reason cannot kill	T
I stand before the inexorable gate	S
And see thy latest footstep on the sill	T
And know thou canst not come but watch and wait thee still	T
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'Old man ' Ah darest thou yet thy look is kind	U
Didst thou too love him 'Thou grey headed sire	V
Seest thou this path which from that grave doth wind	U
Far thro' those western uplands higher and higher	V
Till like a thread it burns in the great fire	V
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'Of sunset The wild sea and desert meet	W
Eastward by yon unnavigable strand	X
Then wherefore hath the flow of human feet	W
Left this dry runnel of memorial sand	X
Meandering thro' the summer of the land	X
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'See where the long immeasurable snake	Y
Between dim hall and hamlet tower and shed	R
Mountain and mountain precipice and lake	Y
Lies forth unfinished to this final head	R
This green dead mound of the unfading dead '	-
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Do they then come to weep thee Do they kiss	Z
Thy relics Art thou then as wholly gone	A2
As some old buried saint My son my son	E
Ah could I mourn thee so Such tears were bliss	Z
'Old man they do not mourn who weep at graves like this '	-
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They do not mourn What hath the insolent foe	B2
Found out my child's last bed Who who are they	M
That come and go about him I cry 'Who '	-
I am his father I I cry 'Who ' 'Aye	C2
Gray trembler I will tell thee who are they	M
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'The slave who having grown up strong and stark	D2
To the set season feels at length he wears	E2
Bonds that will break and thro' the slavish dark	D2
Shines with the light of liberated years	F2
And still in chains doth weep a freeman's tears	E2
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'The patriot while the unebbed force that hurled	G2
His tyrant throbs within his bursting veins	H2
And on the ruins of a hundred reigns	H2
That ancient heaven of brass so long unfurled	G2
Falls with a crash of fame that fills the world	G2
And thro' the clangor lo the unwonted strains	H2
Of peace and in the new sweet heavens upcurled	G2
The sudden incense of a thousand plains	H2
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'Youth whom some mighty flash from heaven hath turned	G2
In his dark highway and who runs forth shod	G2
With flame into the wilderness untrod	G2
And as he runs his heart of flint is burned	G2
And in that glass he sees the face of God	G2
And falls upon his knees and morn is all abroad	G2
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'Age who hath heard amid his cloistered ground	G2
The cheer of youth and steps from echoing aisles	I2
And at a sight the great blood with a bound	G2
Melts his brow's winter which the free sun smiles	I2
To jewels and he stands a young man crowned	G2
With glittering years among a young world shouting round	G2
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'Girls that do blush and tremble with delight	G2
On the St John's eve of their maidenhood	G2
When the unsummered woman in her blood	G2
Glows through the Parian maid and at the sight	G2
The flushing virgin weeps and feels herself too bright	G2
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'He who first feels the world old destiny	G
The shaft of gold that strikes the poet still	T
And slowly in its victim melts away	M
Who knows his wounds will heal but when they kill	T
And drop by vital drop doth bleed his golden ill	T
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'All whom the everpassing mysteries	J2
Have rapt above the region of our race	K2
And blinded by the glory and the grace	K2
Break from the ecstatic sphere as he who dies	K
In darkness and in heaven's own light doth rise	K
Dazed with the untried glory of the place	K2
Looks up and sees some well remembered face	K2
And thro' the invulnerable angels flies	K
To that dear human breast and hides his dazzled eyes	K
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'All who like the sun ripened seed that springs	L2
And bourgeons in the sun do hold profound	G2
An antenatal stature which the round	G2
Of the dull continent flesh hath cribbed and wound	G2
Into this kernelled man but having found	G2
Such soil as grew them burst in blossomings	L2
Not native here or from the hallowed ground	G2
Tower their slow height and spread like sheltering wings	L2
Those boughs wherein the bird of omen sings	L2
High as the palms of heaven while to the sound	G2
Lo kingdoms jocund in the sacred bound	G2
Till the world's summer fills her moon and brings	L2
The final fruit which is the feast and fate of kings	L2
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'And darest thou mourn Thy bones are left behind	G2
But where art thou Anchises Dost thou see	L2
Him who once bare the slow paternity	L2
Foot burnt o'er stony Troy So thou reclined	G2
Goest thro' the falling years Here here where we	L2
Two stand lies deep the flesh thou hast so pined	G2
To clasp and shalt clasp never Verily	T
Love and the worm are often of one mind	G2
God save them from election Pity thee	L2
True he lifts not thy load but he hath signed	G2
And at his beck a nation rose up free	L2
Thy wounds his living love may never bind	G2
But at the dead man's touch posterity	L2
Is healed To thee thou poor and halt and blind	G2
He is a staff no more but times to be	L2
Lean on his monumental memory	L2
As the moon on a mountain Thou shalt find	G2
A silent home a cheerless hearth but he	L2
Shall be a fire which the enkindling wind	G2
Blowing for ever from eternity	L2
Fans till its universal blaze hath shined	G2
The yule of thankful ages Pity thee	L2
A son is lost to thine infirmity	L2
Poor fool what then A son thou hast resigned	G2
To give a father to the virtues of mankind '	-

Sydney Thompson Dobell

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