To Hugh Thomson

IN Fifty-six, when Gilbert drew
These brave conceptions, people knew
Little that we to-day repeat
(Quoting the prophet in the street)
Of Value, Tone, and Point of View!

Their tastes were plain; their wants were few;
They liked red suns and skies of blue...
They were so frankly incomplete
In Fifty-six!

And yet they prized their Gilbert too —
His Knights and Dames, his ruffling crew,
Where banners fly, and drums are beat,
And cloth-of-gold and drugget meet...
I was a lad then! Where were you
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