<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523219" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To James H.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Without Life's toil to win Life's earthly prize<br>What was thy mystery, oh, early Dead?<br>The careless world but counted thy young head<br>Among the multifarious heads that rise<br>And sink, forgot. For thee, no watching eyes<br>Starred darkness; no torch led thee to the bed<br>Of clay. Yet (if the Apostle justly said<br>Of all oblation) who or lives or dies<br>So well as to achieve a fairer fame<br>Than henceforth should be thine, oh, unknown youth,<br>Since on your votive marble, for once, Truth<br>Indites an Epitaph, and, 'neath thy name,<br>Transcends all laudatory verse in one,<br>'To him John Hunter raised this tributary stone.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sydney+Thompson+Dobell">Sydney Thompson Dobell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523219" data-title="To James H. de Sydney Thompson Dobell" data-description="Without Life's toil to win Life's earthly prize What was thy mystery, oh, early Dead? The careless world but counted thy young head Among the multifarious heads that rise And sink, forgot. For thee, no watching eyes Starred darkness; no torch led ..."></div> </div> </div>

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