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Victorians
,
Victorians
,
who
never
learned
to
weep
Who
sowed
the
bitter
harvest
that
your
children
go
to
reap
--
scribbled
Amory
in
his
note-book
.
The
lecturer
was
saying
something
about
Tennyson
's
solidity
and
fifty
heads
were
bent
to
take
notes
.
Amory
turned
over
to
a
fresh
page
and
began
scrawling
again
.
"
They
shuddered
when
they
found
what
Mr.
Darwin
was
about
,
They
shuddered
when
the
waltz
came
in
and
Newman
hurried
out
--
"
But
the
waltz
came
in
much
earlier
;
he
crossed
that
out
.
"
And
entitled
A
Song
in
the
Time
of
Order
,
"
came
the
professor
's
voice
,
droning
far
away
.
"
Time
of
Order
"
--
Good
Lord
!
Everything
crammed
in
the
box
and
the
Victorians
sitting
on
the
lid
smiling
serenely
...
With
Browning
in
his
Italian
villa
crying
bravely
:
"
All
's
for
the
best
.
"
Amory
scribbled
again
.
"
You
knelt
up
in
the
temple
and
he
bent
to
hear
you
pray
,
You
thanked
him
for
your
'
glorious
gains
'
--
reproached
him
for
'
Cathay
.
