From Generation To Generation
Henry Newbolt
O Son of mine, when dusk shall find thee bending Between a gravestone and a cradle’s head—— Between the love whose name is loss unending And the young love whose thoughts are liker dread,—— Thou too shalt groan at heart that all thy spending Cannot repay the dead, the hungry dead.
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