ENVOY.

Youth, for whose ear and monishing of late,

I sang of Prodigals and lost estate,

Have thou thy joy of living and be gay;

But know not less that there must come a day,—

Aye, and perchance e'en now it hasteneth,—

When thine own heart shall speak to thee and say,—

There is no king more terrible than Death.

1877. A. D.

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This Chant Royal of the King of Terrors is—with Mr. Austin Dobson's consent—here reprinted from his Collected Poems, 1896.