England and Yesterday

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>ON THE CENOTAPH OF THE PRINCE IMPERIAL IN SAINT GEORGE’S CHAPEL.</h2> <div class="poetry-container"> <div class="poetry"> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verse">No young and exiled dust beneath is laid</div> <div class="verse">In sole entail of high inheritance,</div> <div class="verse">Though once compassion softly came, and made</div> <div class="verse">A sleep at Windsor for the Son of France:</div> <div class="verse">And sleep so long hath kept his image clear</div> <div class="verse">Of pain’s pollution, and the Zulu spear,</div> <div class="verse">It seems his piteous self at last that lies</div> <div class="verse">In prayer’s old heart built to the island skies,</div> <div class="verse">Low as the sifted snow is, and meek as Paradise.</div> </div> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verse">Thus passeth all ye dream of might and grace!</div> <div class="verse">Wherefore, beside the stones that cry it loud,</div> <div class="verse">Let every musing spirit pause to trace</div> <div class="verse">The cloud-burst of that Empire like a cloud;</div> <div class="verse">And, looking on these stainless brows, proclaim</div> <div class="verse">Peace unto Corsica’s portentous name,</div> <div class="verse">And peace to her, who in a sculptured boy,</div> <div class="verse">Mould of her martyred beauty and her joy,</div> <div class="verse">Reads here the end of Helen, the end of Helen’s Troy.</div> </div></div> </div> <hr> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />