Poem by 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.

1. Ionicus
2. Waggon Hill
3. Victoria Regina
4. When I Remember
5. The Quarter-Gunner's Yarn

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