Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
The Men of OldRichard Monckton Milnes, Lord Houghton (18091885)
I
Were better than men now,
Of heart more kind, of hand more bold,
Of more ingenuous brow:
I heed not those who pine for force
A ghost of Time to raise,
As if they thus could check the course
Of these appointed days.
That I delight to close
This book of life self-wise and new,
And let my thoughts repose
On all that humble happiness
The world has since forgone,
The daylight of contentedness
That on those faces shone.
Enjoy’d as far as known;
With will by no reverse unmann’d,
With pulse of even tone,
They from to-day and from to-night
Expected nothing more
Than yesterday and yesternight
Had proffer’d them before.
Of duties to be done,
A game where each man took his part,
A race where all must run;
A battle whose great scheme and scope
They little cared to know,
Content as men-at-arms to cope
Each with his fronting foe.
Puts on and proudly wears:
Great thoughts, great feelings came to them
Like instincts, unawares.
Blending their souls’ sublimest needs
With tasks of every day,
They went about their gravest deeds
As noble boys at play.