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He looked on those who looked upon the Lord,Holding familiar converse with St. John;
In whom the last soft glow reflected shone
From that sad Face by earth and heaven adored.
In secret cells of memory he stored
Sweet words and deeds of Christ, and passed them on
To live in other lips when he was gone,
Sealing the truths our Gospel-books record.
Christ's breath through holy John still breathed on him,
Fanning his heart's devotion high and higher,
Which not the mists of fivescore years could dim:
With ardent longings did his soul aspire
Till from a rounded century's utmost rim
He soared to Heaven on cherub-wings of fire.
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