Speak of Methuselah, no more
’Tis “Back to G. B. S.”
What shall the Future praise him for
The fun? The seriousness?
The illuming thought? The scene on scene
Portrayed by master mind?
All these: but most that wit so keen
Could flash from heart so kind.
More Verses by Henry Salt
- The Joy That Never PallsProgress, November, 1886
- Hymn to MalthusJustice, September 5, 1885
- In MemoriamThe Humanitarian, December 1918
- Workman’s Jubilee OdeSocial Democrat, February 1897
- FeathertopJustice, March 21, 1885