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and thereafter stood in the mud of earth with a heart wrapped in such fire as touched Isaiah's lips,"
In 1907 he fell ill, and though he rallied more than once, he grew steadily worse. Mr. Meynell persuaded him to go to the Hospital of St. John and St. Elizabeth, where he died. He was buried at St. Mary's Cemetery, Kensal Green, with roses from George Meredith's garden in his coffin bearing the tribute, " A true poet, one of the small band."
His death was accelerated by laudanum, but was directly due to tuberculosis. This noble mind, which soared as Shelley's soared, which was not capable of anything mean or common, has written his own epitaph in the lines to Cardinal Manning :
" One stricken from his birth With curse Of destinate verse . . . He lives detached days ; He serveth not for praise ; For gold He is not sold ; Deaf is he to world's tongue j He scorneth for his song The loud Shouts of the crowd."