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Too long, that some may rest, tired millions toil unblest.

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William Watson
Age: 77 †
Born: 1858
Born: August 2
Died: 1935
Died: August 11
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Newark
Nottinghamshire
Sir William Watson
May
Work
Long
Unblest
Toil
Tired
Labor
Rest
Millions

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On from room to room I stray,Yet mine Host can ne'er espy,And I know not to this day,Whether guest or captive I.
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His friends he loved. His direst earthly foe - Cats-I believe he did but feign to hate. My hand will miss the insinuated nose, Mine eyes the tail that wagged contempt at Fate.
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Lord of the golden tongue and smiting eyes Great out of season and untimely wise: A man whose virtue, genius, grandeur, worth, Wrought deadlier ill than ages can undo.
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Empires dissolve and peoples disappear, song passes not away.
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A dreamer of the common dreams, A fisher in familiar streams, He chased the transitory gleams That all pursue But on his lips the eternal themes Again were new.
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We hold our hate too choice a thing, for light and careless lavishing.
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Thou hadst, for weary feet, the gift of rest.
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The after-silence, when the feast is o'er,And void the places where the minstrels stood,Differs in nought from what hath been before,And is nor ill nor good.
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Fiat justitia et ruant coeli. Let justice be done, though the heavens may fall. See Ferdinand I 320:1.
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In this world with starry dome,Floored with gemlike plains and seas,Shall I never feel at home,Never wholly be at ease?
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Song is not Truth, not Wisdom, but the rose Upon Truths lips, the light in Wisdom's eyes.
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Threadbare his songs seem now, to lettered ken: They were worn threadbare next the hearts of men.
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O ye by wandering tempest sown 'Neath every alien star, Forget not whence the breath was blown That wafted you afar! For ye are still her ancient seed On younger soil let fall— Children of Britain's island-breed, To whom the Mother in her need Perchance may one day call.
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And though circuitous and obscureThe feet of Nemesis how sure!
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Best they honor thee Who honor in thee only what is best.
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April, April Laugh thy girlish laughter Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears.
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Hate and mistrust are the children of blindness.
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She is not old, she is not young, The Woman with the Serpent's Tongue. The haggard cheek, the hungering eye, The poisoned words that wildly fly, The famished face, the fevered hand, Who slights the worthiest in the land, Sneers at the just, contemns the brave, And blackens goodness in its grave.
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