In
Memoriam
The Rt. Hon. W.E. Gladstone
Illustrious chief, thy great career is closed,
In silent state thy body lies reposed,
Thy soul, we hope, has gone to realms of bliss,
To live with God in peace and happiness.
Thy cloquence has spread from shore to shore,
Whilst noble sayings from thy lips did pour
On those around, and some who heard thy voice
Were filled with joy, which made their hearts rejoice.
Although thy path's not always been serene,
Thou'st nobly served thy country and thy Queen,
Thou'st done thy best to help us in the land,
And o'er thy death grief reigns on every hand.
Thy countrymen in every walk of life
Will show respect, and pass o'er former strife,
Thy countrywomen, ever kind and true,
Shall deck thy tomb with flowers of every hue.
Thy noble works shall pass from age to age,
And be admired by critic and by sage,
And mighty rulers, o'er the deep blue sea,
Shall tokens send, to show their sympathy.
Farewell, great man! our nation bids adieu
To one beloved, and likewise honoured, too,
And those on whom thy labour has been spent,
Shall raise to thee a noble monument.
Thomas Bratt
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