Pax Paganica Good oars, for Arnold’s sake, By Laleham lightly bound, And near the bank, O soft, Darling swan! Let not the o’erweary wake Anew from natal ground, But where he slumbered oft, Slumber on. Be less than boat or bird, The pensive stream along; No murmur make, nor gleam, At his side. Where was it he had heard Of warfare and of wrong?— Not there, in any dream Since he died. |
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