(1862 - 1938 / Bilston / England)

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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.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010


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