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Proem to ”The Wonderful
Mission of Earl Lavender”
By John Davidson

Though our eyes turn ever waveward
Where our sun is well-nigh set;
Though our Century totters graveward
We may laugh a little yet.

Oh! our age-end style perplexes
All our elders time has tamed;
On our sleeves we wear our sexes,
Our diseases, unashamed.

Have we lost the mood romantic
That was once our right by birth?
Lo ! the greenest girl is frantic
With the woe of all the earth.

But we know a British rumour,
And we think it whispers well:
”We would ventilate our humour
In the very jaws of Hell.”