92 MEMORIES 



And when the shadows deepen down, 



And light dies in the west, 

 Were it mine to tell ere the passing-bell 



Where I should lie at rest : — 



Not where the city's agony 



Goes up the city's prayer ; — 

 Not in the Minster's reverent pride. 



For all the heroes there ; — 



But when the shadows deepen down. 



And evening calls to rest, 

 I could choose to lie beneath His eye 



In the peace of "The Old Swan's Nest.' 



