V.D.F. By Humbert

You from Givenchy, since no years can harden The beautiful dead, when holy twilight reaches The sleeping cedar and the copper beeches, Return to walk again in Wadham Garden. We, growing old, grow stranger to the College, Symbol of youth, where we were young together, But you, beyond the reach of time and weather, Of youth in death forever keep the knowledge, We hoard our youth, we hoard our youth, and fear it, But you, who freely gave what we have hoarded, Are with the final goal of youth rewarded The road to travel and the traveler's spirit. And therefore, when for us the stars go down, Your star is steady over Oxford Town.

←Strange to say To say meet this bomb-thrower in Esquimalt Military Hospital late in 1916 He was orderly there and remembered me