Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
In Memory of Edward QuillinanMatthew Arnold (18221888)
I
I knew his spirits low;
And wish’d him health, success, and fame—
I do not wish it now.
And leave no good behind;
They try us, oftenest make us hard,
Less modest, pure, and kind.
In this his mortal state,
Friends could not give what fortune can—
Health, ease, a heart elate.
No more; and we retain
The memory of a man unspoil’d,
Sweet, generous, and humane;
With gentle voice and brow.—
Alive, we would have changed his lot!
We would not change it now!