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HON. RODEN NOEL  He would have faded, Faded away, He, the young monarch, whom All would obey, Fairer than day ; Alien to springtime, Joyless and gray, He would have faded, Faded away, Moving a mockery, Scorn' d of the day ! Now I have taken him All in his prime, Saved from slow poisoning Pitiless Time, Fill'd with his happiness, One with the prime, Saved from the cruel Dishonour of Time. Laid him, my beautiful, Laid him to rest, Loving, adorable, Softly to rest, Here in my crystalline, Here in my breast!

  

HEY are waiting on the shore For the bark to take them home They will toil and grieve no more; The hour for release hath come. 