DEDICATION.
To Wiltshire men I dedicateThis book, regardless of estate,And only honour those who proveBy deeds, not words, their counties love.The paltry honours men may give,That last the feeble years we live,Shall never influence thoughts sublime,Or mar a work that deals with time.Accept ye, then, my humble book,Remembering all the hours it tookTo build this work for it to reachBeyond the force of human speech.T. G. W. H.
To Wiltshire men I dedicateThis book, regardless of estate,And only honour those who proveBy deeds, not words, their counties love.The paltry honours men may give,That last the feeble years we live,Shall never influence thoughts sublime,Or mar a work that deals with time.Accept ye, then, my humble book,Remembering all the hours it tookTo build this work for it to reachBeyond the force of human speech.T. G. W. H.
To Wiltshire men I dedicateThis book, regardless of estate,And only honour those who proveBy deeds, not words, their counties love.
To Wiltshire men I dedicate
This book, regardless of estate,
And only honour those who prove
By deeds, not words, their counties love.
The paltry honours men may give,That last the feeble years we live,Shall never influence thoughts sublime,Or mar a work that deals with time.
The paltry honours men may give,
That last the feeble years we live,
Shall never influence thoughts sublime,
Or mar a work that deals with time.
Accept ye, then, my humble book,Remembering all the hours it tookTo build this work for it to reachBeyond the force of human speech.
Accept ye, then, my humble book,
Remembering all the hours it took
To build this work for it to reach
Beyond the force of human speech.
T. G. W. H.
T. G. W. H.