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Henry Van Dyke - Richard Watson Gilder
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IN MEMORIAM

Soul of a soldier in a poet`s frame,
    Heart of a hero in a body frail;
    Thine was the courage clear that did not quail
Before the giant champions of shame
Who wrought dishonour to the city`s name;
    And thine the vision of the Holy Grail
    Of Love, revealed through Music`s lucid veil,
Filling thy life with heavenly song and flame.
Pure was the light that lit thy glowing eye,
    And strong the faith that held thy simple creed.
    Ah, poet, patriot, friend, to serve our need
Thou leavest two great gifts that will not die:
Above the city`s noise, thy lyric cry,—
    Amid the city`s strife, thy noble deed.
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