(
Painter
,
Rebel
,
and Lover of Music
)
Like old Sebastian Bach, who went alone,
Working, unnoticed, with a single aim,
He lived and moved amongst you all unknown;
You gave him neither honour nor civic fame;
No Freedom of your city crowned his head;
No recognition of his genius came:
But—-
Citizens of Lincoln—-
I tell you that your greatest citizen is dead!