Part 13

To all the girls he made it clear How smiles and patience grace the year, And how a placid mind will foil The wear and tear of daily toil.

He settled in the smartest way The hottest questions of the day, And, by a magic mode of thought, So deftly on opinion wrought, That politicians failed to see Why they should longer disagree, And forthwith formed, by joint consent, _One_ party in our parliament.

In short, his triumphs were so bright While setting all the world aright, That when he waked, ’twas sorrow deep To find the labours of his sleep Had failed the slightest mark to make Upon the world he’d left awake.

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Finis

HENRY NEWBOLT

Night is come, Owls are out; Beetles hum Round about.

Children snore Safe in bed, Nothing more Need be said.

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