James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
August 22To the Memory of Sydney Dobell
By John Stuart Blackie (18091895)
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To swell the mighty sleepers ’neath the sod;
One less to honor and to love, and say,
Who lives with thee doth live half-way to God!
My chaste-souled Sydney! thou wast carved too fine
For coarse observance of the general eye;
But who might look into thy soul’s fair shrine
Saw bright gods there, and felt their presence nigh.
Oh! if we owe warm thanks to Heaven, ’tis when
In the slow progress of the struggling years
Our touch is blessed to feel the pulse of men
Who walk in light and love above their peers
White-robed, and forward point with guiding hand,
Breathing a heaven around them where they stand!