In Canon Scott's Requiescat, in memory of General Gordon, is one of the thrilling lyrics of memorial verse:
"O thou twice hero,—hero in thy life
And in thy death!—we have no power to crown
Thy nobleness; we weep thine arm in strife;
We weep, but glory in thy life laid down.
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"Saint! hero! through the clouds of doubt that loom
O'er darkling skies, thy life hath power to bless;
We thank thee thou hast shown us in the gloom
Once more Christ's power and childlike manliness."
A quatrain on Darwin's tomb in Westminster Abbey is worthy to be held in memory:
"The Muse, when asked what words alone
Were worthy tribute to his fame,
Took up her pen, and on the stone
Inscribed his name."
Full of tender and beautiful feeling is this little lyric of Canon Scott's that he entitles Beyond:
"My heart it lies beyond, dear,
In the land of the setting day,
Where the whispers are soft and fond, dear,
Of the voices that pass away;
And oft, when the night is falling,
And a calm is on the sea,
I fancy I hear them calling
From that far-off land for me.
"It is only idle dreaming
But the dream is full of rest.
And up where that glory is streaming
From the gates of the golden west,
I wander away in spirit,
With a mingled joy and pain,
Till I almost seem to inherit
The sweet dead past again.