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He is then so self-i

rieve,

nor to think of his children! He had not tio on alone But, in the chaos, she had

worked by his side again And out of the chaos, she had fled

with him to London

He was a broken, cold man He had no affection for her, nor

for anyone He had failed in his work, so everything had failed

He stiffened, and died

She could not subscribe He had failed, everything had

failed, yet behind the failure was the unyielding passion of

life The individual effort ed to the human joy

He died and went his way, but not before there was another

child And this little Ursula was his grandchild She was glad

of it For she still honoured hias sorry for him now He was

dead--he had scarcely lived He had never known her He had

lain with her, but he had never known her He had never received

what she could give hione away from her empty So, he

had never lived So, he had died and passed away Yet there had

been strength and power in him