AN EPITAPH
YOU who shall come, exalt these childless dead
As your great fathers, from whose fire you are bred;
The dead beget you now, for now they give
Their hope of sons, that you, their sons, may live.
MARGARET LEIGH
(SOMERVILLE)
YOU who shall come, exalt these childless dead
As your great fathers, from whose fire you are bred;
The dead beget you now, for now they give
Their hope of sons, that you, their sons, may live.
MARGARET LEIGH
(SOMERVILLE)