Part III.

Editor’s Appendix.

“Dear Countrymen, whate’er is left to us Of ancient heritage-- Of manners, speech, of humours, polity, The limited horizon of our stage-- Of love, hope, fear, All this I fain would fix upon the page: That so the coming age, Lost in the Empire’s mass, Yet haply longing for their fathers, here May see, as in a glass, What they held dear-- May say, “’Twas thus and thus They lived;” and as the time-flood onward rolls, Secure an anchor for their Celtic souls.”

(Preface to _The Doctor and other Poems_, by the Rev. T. E. Brown).