And the ripe products of the fertile brain,
Will live and reproduce fair fruit again.
Thus thou shalt sow, though other hands will reap,
Perchance long after thou hast sunk to sleep.
But, fear not. Thought is Life. It cannot die,
And men will honour what they now deny.”
(“The Coming of Alastor,” in The Songs of a Child.)
LONDON:
The Leadenhall Press, Ltd: 50, Leadenhall Street, E.C.