Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
Ernest Myers b. 1844Etsi Omnes, Ego Non
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Finds a last and lonely bed,
Let him speak upon the stone:
Etsi omnes, ego non.
Bent upon their sordid prize
Earthward ever, nor the beat
Of the hurrying faithless feet.
Join’d him on his journey drear;
Some too soon, who fell away;
Some too late, who mourn to-day.
Made denial and were gone,
Not the less he labor’d on:
Etsi omnes, ego non.
Meet for converse with his kind,
Light of genial fancy free,
Grace of sweetest sympathy.
Holden of a larger hope,
Larger hope and larger love.
Meat to eat men knew not of:
From this place of holy ground
Even this legend thereupon,
Etsi omnes, ego non.