Henry Newbolt

From Generation to Generation

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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