1:10:02
we chaired you
through the marketplace.
1:10:05
Man and boy stood cheering by...
1:10:07
as home we brought you,
shoulder high.
1:10:13
Smart lad,
to slip betimes away...
1:10:17
from fiields where glory
does not stay.
1:10:22
Early though
the laurel grows...
1:10:25
it withers quicker than a rose.
1:10:28
Now you will not swell the rout...
1:10:31
of lads that wore their honours out.
1:10:34
Runners whom renown outran...
1:10:38
and the name died...
1:10:40
before the man.
1:10:43
And round that early laurelled head...
1:10:47
will fock to gaze
the strengthless dead...
1:10:52
and fiind unwithered on its curls...
1:10:57
a garland...
1:11:05
briefer than a girl's."
1:11:24
Now take back the soul
of Denys George Finch Hatton...
1:11:29
whom You have shared with us.
1:11:34
He brought usjoy...
1:11:38
and we loved him well.
1:11:43
He was not ours.
1:11:48
He was not mine.