RIDDLES, R. F. C.

He was a boy of April beauty; one

Who had not tried the world; who, while the sun

Flamed yet upon the eastern sky, was done.

Time would have brought him in her patient ways —

So his young beauty spoke — to prosperous days,

To fulness of authority and praise.

He would not wait so long. A boy, he spent

His boy’ s dear life for England. Be content:

No honour of age had been more excellent.