Rosemary and Pansies

<h2><SPAN name="MY_BROTHER" id="MY_BROTHER"></SPAN>MY BROTHER<br/><br/> (1882-1903)</h2> <div class="poetry"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Dead! and he has died so young.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Silent lips, with song unsung,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Still hands, with the field untilled,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Lofty purpose unfulfilled.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Was that life so incomplete?<br/></span> <span class="i0">Strong heart, that no more shall beat,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Ardent brain and glorious eye,<br/></span> <span class="i0">That seemed meant for tasks so high,<br/></span> <span class="i0">But now moulder back to earth,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Were you all then nothing worth?<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Could the death-dew and the dark<br/></span> <span class="i0">Quench that soul’s unflickering spark?<br/></span> <span class="i0">Are its aims, so high and just,<br/></span> <span class="i0">All entombed here in the dust?<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">O, we trust God shall unfold<br/></span> <span class="i0">More than earthly eyes behold,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And that they whose years were fleet<br/></span> <span class="i0">Find life’s promises complete,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where, in lands no gaze hath met,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Those we grieve for love us yet!<br/></span> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_42" id="page_42">{42}</SPAN></span></div> </div></div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />