His voice is silent in your council-hall
For ever; and whatever tempests lour 175
For ever silent; even if they broke
In thunder, silent; yet remember all
He spoke among you, and the Man who spoke;
Who never sold the truth to serve the hour,
Nor palter’d with Eternal God for power; 180
Who let the turbid streams of rumour flow
Thro’ either babbling world of high and low;
Whose life was work, whose language rife