| James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902. | | | | December 27 | | Charles Lamb | | By Pakenham Beatty (1855–1930) |
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THOUGH our great love a little wrong his fame, | |
| And seeing him with such familiar eyes | |
| We say “how kind” more often than “how wise,” | |
| Such is the simple reverence he would claim; | |
| He would not have us call him by a name | 5 |
| Higher than that of friend,—yet by this grave | |
| We feel the saint not pure, nor hero brave, | |
| And all the martyr’s patience put to shame. | |
| Brother, we leave thee by thy sister’s side; | |
| Whom such a love bound let not death divide! | 10 | | | |
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