Chapter 7

Now hath he closed his earthly lot All in his final haven,-- (And be the stone that marks the spot _On one side only_ graven,)

Bring papers on his grave to strew Amid the grass and clover, And plant thereby that pencil blue Wherewith he looked them over!

There, freed from every human ill And fleshly trammels gross, he Lies in his resting-place until The final Viva Voce:

So let him rest till crack of doom Of mortal tasks aweary,-- And nothing write upon his tomb Save [Greek text: beta]--(?).

THE END

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Footnotes:

{24} 1897

{77} 1900.