M. LEIGH
Wilfred Rowland Childe
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SOMERVILLE
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TWO EPITAPHS
ON TWO LOVERS
Love
, when we walked on earth, your chastity
Was all to you, your body all to me;
Now the grave holds the flesh that parted us,
And being nought, we shall united be.
ON AN ARISTOCRAT DYING UNDER A DEMOCRACY
Living
, your constitution levelled me;
Dead, all are equal in their six-foot graves:
But God counts not by heads; in His regard
One freeborn man is worth a host of slaves.
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