Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
To the immortal Memory of Lady CliftonSir John Beaumont (15831627)
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Instead of one, it gives thee many lives.
While these lines last, thy shadow dwelleth here,
Thy fame itself extendeth everywhere;
In Heav’n our hopes have plac’d thy better part;
Thine image lives in thy sad husband’s heart,
Who, as when he enjoy’d thee, he was chief
In love and comfort, so is he now in griefe.