TO
CONNOP THIRLWALL, D.D.
LORD BISHOP OF ST DAVID'S,
AND
TO THE MEMORY OF
JULIUS CHARLES HARE, M.A.
Friends in your boyhood, when the dawn was bright,
Friends in the heat and burden of the day,
Friends even yet, though one has passed away
To join the children of the Lord of Light!
Long since ye roamed each vale, and climbed each height,
Where songs of Hellas float through golden grove,
Or from the hill of Capitolian Jove,
Tracked the young stream of Rome's imperial might.
Our friend and brother heareth loftier praise;
But thou, kind teacher, speakest to us still,
And wilt not scorn, scant offering though they be,
These echoes of high thoughts of ancient days.
Ah! would the power were equal with the will!
Would that my faltering speech were worthier thee!
Llandilo, August 29th, 1865.
