GLADSTONE DIED
Lift up your heads: in life, in death,God knoweth his head was high;Quit we the coward's broken breathWho watched a strong man die.
Oh, young ones of a darker day,In Art's wan colours clad,Whose very love and hate are grey—Whose very sin is sad,
Pass on; one agony long drawnWas merrier than your mirth,When hand-in-hand came death and dawnAnd spring was on the earth.'To Them that Mourn.'
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