So may this legend[45] for awhile, If greeted by your classic smile, Tho' dead in its Trinacrian Enna, Blossom again on a colder isle. TO GENERAL HAMLEY (Prologue of "The Charge of the Heavy Brigade.") Our birches yellowing and from each The light leaf falling fast, While squirrels from our fiery beech Were bearing off the mast, You came, and look'd and loved the view Long-known and loved by me, Green Sussex fading into blue With one gray glimpse of sea; And, gazing from this height alone, We spoke of what had been Most marvellous in the wars your own Crimean eyes had seen; And now--like old-world inns that take Some warrior for a sign That therewithin a guest may make True cheer with honest wine-- Because you heard the lines I read Nor utter'd word of blame, I dare without your leave to head These rhymings with your name, Who know you but as one of those I fain would meet again, Yet know you, as your England knows That you and all your men Were soldiers to her heart's desire, When, in the vanish'd year, You saw the league-long rampart-fire Flare from Tel-el-Kebir Thro' darkness, and the foe was driven, And Wolseley overthrew Arâbi, and the stars in heaven Paled, and the glory grew. EPITAPH ON LORD STRATFORD DE REDCLIFFE IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY Thou third great Canning, stand among our best And noblest, now thy long day's work hath ceased, Here silent in our Minster of the West Who wert the voice of England in the East. EPITAPH ON GENERAL GORDON IN THE GORDON BOYS' NATIONAL MEMORIAL HOME NEAR WOKING[46] Warrior of God, man's friend, and tyrant's foe, Now somewhere dead far in the waste Soudan, Thou livest in all hearts, for all men know This earth has never borne a nobler man. G. F. WATTS, R.A. As when a painter, poring on a face, Divinely, thro' all hindrance, finds the man Behind it, and so paints him that his face, The shape and colour of a mind and life, Lives for his children, ever at its best. TENNYSON AND BRADLEY (DEAN OF WESTMINSTER) By MARGARET L. WOODS