Hands that the rod paternal may have swayed,
And waked to ecstasy the living liar.
From Scribner’s Monthly. July, 1875.
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Lament of the Eminent One.
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The city clerk from daily toil is free,
Play-goers t’wards the Strand now wend their way,
And throng the theatre “Macbeth” to see.
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,