XX11 LORD LILFORD 



And every note he took, and every line he 

 wrote, 



Breathed of the beauty of the world he saw : 

 A world that seemed a nature like his own — 



A world of love, of reason, and of law. 



And when from pain, disabling with the years, 

 His feet could follow wandering birds no 

 more, 



He came to settle in his English home 

 With friendly wings around him as before. 



Here brooding doves from their deep shaded 

 nests, 

 And plumy cranes from out the heavenly 

 blue, 

 And racing things that run along the sand, 

 But keep the ocean ever in their view, 



All watched his coming, and his careful glance 

 That searched their forms, and listened to 

 their call ; 



The world of birds was round him to the last, 

 In those fair homes he made at Lilford Hall. 



