Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
Herbert Edwin Clarke b. 1852A Cry
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Of men and their love and their hate;
I have been long enough Life’s thrall
And the toy of a tyrant Fate.
I would not struggle again;
Take me now to thy breast,
Earth, sweet mother of men.
Give me a lonely tomb
So close and so dark and so deep
I shall hear no trumpet of doom.
When the dead at its blast are gone;
Give me to hear it not,
But only to slumber on.
For I look to the end and see
If there be not rest in the grave
There will never be rest for me.