We had not known a man more blithe and bold
Against all odds more swift to do and dare ; But now you rest beyond all battle-care, Here, where the waves about the Headland rolled, Spake to his soul with voices manifold, That Laureate lord of song whose name you bear.
• In a farewell letter written a short time before his death, and entrusted to a friend to forward to his parents if he ahould be taken, Harold Tennyson wrote : " • 1 have only done my duty as a man Is bound to do' ; and I have died ' with a Joyful spirit.' My last thoughts were how pleased you would be to know that in uo other way could I have better upheld the name of Tennyson."
Rest, and let all the snowdrops bless your grave, For y ni were pure of heart as these are pure ; Rest, and let violets breathe above your sloop, For your young life was sweet as it was brave ; Called back again to being's boundless deep, Your memory, gallant sailor, shall endure.
Freshwater, February 1st, 1916. H. D. RAWNSLEY.
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