. William De Morgan and his wife . and thedaughter of William Morris; while numbers who had neverknown him in hfe came to pay a last tribute to the man whosegenius had gladdened them, and whose rare personality had wonan affection such as few men win. Thus amidst the music andthe flowers he had once rejoiced in, he passed on to his finalresting-place in Brookwood Cemetery, then a lovely space ofunspoilt moorland, where, about the spot chosen for his grave,the heather grew thickly, and the wind in the pine-trees sang aneternal dirge. And there, as the coffin sank to earth, Florentineblossoms fr
. William De Morgan and his wife . and thedaughter of William Morris; while numbers who had neverknown him in hfe came to pay a last tribute to the man whosegenius had gladdened them, and whose rare personality had wonan affection such as few men win. Thus amidst the music andthe flowers he had once rejoiced in, he passed on to his finalresting-place in Brookwood Cemetery, then a lovely space ofunspoilt moorland, where, about the spot chosen for his grave,the heather grew thickly, and the wind in the pine-trees sang aneternal dirge. And there, as the coffin sank to earth, Florentineblossoms from the land he had loved mingled with the snowflakeswhich were falling fast, while from the silence that had engulfedhim one seemed to hear again the voice of the brave spirit whichhad fled :— I am ready for extinction or extension, whichever and if the latter, all I stipulate for is absolute good on the terms thatthe Master shall manage it, and that we shall all be safeguarded againstthe rack of this tough William Freni> De Morgan,1839-1917. Artist : Iottcr : Invi-iitor : Xovolist. Sorrow is onlv of Karth,The life of tlie .S|)irit is joy. Bead-stone designed ly Kretyn De Mnrinn for the grave of William De Morgan. CHAPTER XVII THE LONG DIMINUENDO1917-1919 * If Chance should to my workshop sendA certain silent fleshless friend,Then while Day lasts Thy legions lendAnd hold him from the stair !But when the best tool slips he would idle who must stay,If once against the Dark Id pray—Deliver me from prayer ! LITTLE more remains to tell; and it must be told in aminor key. In the solitary home Evelyn De Morgantook up life again with a fine courage, but a grief so intense thatbefore it even sympathy was hushed to silence. Body and soulwere alike smitten by the blow which had fallen ; and during thedark months which followed, it was as though the frail tenement,propelled by an indomitable will but waxing ever more and moreethereal, fought on patheti
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