The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: James Edward Fitzgerald Volume
XI
XI.
108.
This humble tributo to their memories
I dedicate, whose loss inspired the train
Of thought, which in these feeble accents tries
To find expression; but which, not in vain
Perchance, has sought t' express itself, or find
Some echo in the thought raised in a kindred mind.
109.
But you—the loved and lost—you know, unless
(From which my mind's deep intuitions shrink)
Your souls have melted into nothingness—
You know the truth of all on which we think
With doubtful longing; in your loftier sphere
Th' eternal truth of all God's great design is clear.