TO THOMAS HARDY, O.M.
Since England learnt her Wessex through your eyes In pictured prose, Life in historic rhyme, Thrice your immortal spirit conquered Time, Winning three fames, each one the great would prize. Young men at last catch up your manhood’s vision Even your countryman, the English prude Give honour where his father tossed derision, No longer seeking moral shocks in Jude. Gaily and greenly age increased your ties Of vital friendship, till the Dorset dust Discarded whilst your ardent spirit flies, Is all the gnarled grey Abbey can encrust. The Ages win recall in age your youth Meeting you ever smiling at new truth. —Marie C. Stopes, in “The Nation and Athenseum.”
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 19075, 21 May 1930, Page 7
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