ON HIS RETIREMENT FROM PUBLIC LIFE.
Not yet the end; only the end of strife.
But now—while still the brave unwearied heart,
Fixed upon England, fain to keep its part
In her Imperial life,
Beats with the old unconquerable pride—
Now leave to younger limbs the dust and palm,
And let the weary body seek the calm
That comes with eventide.
There take your rest within the sunset glow,
All feuds forgotten of your fighting days,
Circled with love and laurelled with the praise
Of friend and ancient foe.
O.S.