But since it pleased a vanished eye, 

 I go to plant it on his tomb, 

 That if it can, it there may bloom, 



Or dying— there at least may die." 



"He, 

 To whom a thousand memories call, 

 Not being less, but more than all 

 The gentleness he seemed to be, 



So wore his outward best, and joined 

 Each office of the social hour 

 To noble manners, as the flower 



And native growth of noble mind." 



In Memoriam. 



Watson and Hazell, Printers, London and Ayiesbury 



