| James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902. | | | | March 21 | | On the Death of Southey | | By Walter Savage Landor (1775–1864) |
| | (Died March 21, 1843)
NOT the last struggles of the Sun, | |
| Precipitated from his golden throne, | |
| Hold darkling mortals in sublime suspense; | |
| But the calm exod of a man | |
| Nearer, tho’ far above, who ran | 5 |
| The race we run, when Heaven recalls him hence. | |
| Thus, O thou pure of earthly taint! | |
| Thus, O my Southey! poet, sage and saint! | |
| Thou, after saddest silence, art removed. | |
| What voice in anguish can we raise, | 10 |
| Or would we? Need we, dare we, praise? | |
| God now does that, the God thy whole heart loved. | | | | |
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