464 DEATH OF LORD GEORGE BENTINCK. 



" Those tears are worthy of thee ; thou wast with him in 



the van, 

 As his cause became more hopeless and his cheek became 



more wan : 

 When Cobden overcame him, No truce was still his call, 

 And like another Pericles he denied he'd had a fall. 



" Throw wide his chamber window, let the noontide light 



rush in ; 

 'Twill wake not one who erst has slept his wakeful sleep 



within : 

 That chair and desk will recognise their toil-worn lord no 



more. 

 As in winter night or grey twilight he worked till the clock 



told four. 



6. 



" Stern in the path of duty, in his heyday of renown, 

 'Mid all his proud imaginings the loyal George goes down ; 

 As England's tars with Kempenfeldt died 'neath their 



native surf, 

 So the death-sweat gathered o'er him as he trod the springy 



turf. 



7. 



"No more shall he at Doncaster each foal and yearling 



pat. 

 Nor ride up Goodwood's leafy slopes to the trial-ground 



with Nat ; 

 No more with Kent and Marson shall he scan each pet in 



form, 

 Nor view their place as in the race they sweep past like the 



storm. 



