To Greville Matheson Macdonald

First, most, to thee, my son, I give this book In which a friend's and brother's verses blend With mine; for not son only-brother, friend, Art thou, through sonship which no veil can brook Between the eyes that in each other look, Or any shadow 'twixt the hearts that tend Still nearer, with divine approach, to end In love eternal that cannot be shook When all the shakable shall cease to be. With growing hope I greet the coming day When from thy journey done I welcome thee Who sharest in the names of all the three, And take thee to the two, and humbly say, Let this man be the fourth with us, I pray. CASA CORAGGIO: May, 1883.