Sons of God and Daughters of Men #269950

To John Stuart Mill<br><br>God knows we honour thee that from high rank<br>Didst stoop to theme held poor for sage or seer;<br>With valiant tome to hallow lowlier sphere<br>In consecration, just, and stern, and frank!<br>Sad sage, that from the cup of quiet drank<br>Sad serious sage, our onliest friend - nay here<br>We greet all friends that proffered us good cheer,<br>And in thy name we give to all our thank!<br>God knows we honour thee and hold thee dear,<br>And in the whirling world that spurns the dead,<br>And in the operose life that must forget,<br>Sometimes a quiet hour comes when yet<br>We know, for all the cypress waving o'er thy bed,<br>Thy grave is in our hearts, and thou art near.