Poem by Henry Newbolt

From Generation to Generation

O Son of mine, when dusk shall find thee bending
  Between a gravestone and a cradle's head---
Between the love whose name is loss unending
  And the young love whose thoughts are liker dread,---
Thou too shalt groan at heart that all thy spending
  Cannot repay the dead, the hungry dead.

1. Among the Tombs
2. The Grenadier's Good-Bye
3. O Pulchritudo
4. The Viking's Song
5. Nel Mezzo Del Cammin

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