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THE DEAD BISHOP
Where he trod,
Love of God
Blossomed into light.
Form and hue
Goodlier grew
In the eternal light.
Love of God
Blossomed into light.
Form and hue
Goodlier grew
In the eternal light.
Noblest friend,
Who shall end
All thy tender praise?
Souls alift
With thy shrift
Seeking better ways.
Who shall end
All thy tender praise?
Souls alift
With thy shrift
Seeking better ways.
Oh! that rhyme
Could but divine
Something of his worth;
Could upbuild
What God willed
Should be dear on earth!
Could but divine
Something of his worth;
Could upbuild
What God willed
Should be dear on earth!
Keep the word
You have heard
As a fruitful seed;
In the rest
Of Heaven's best,
That shall be his meed.
You have heard
As a fruitful seed;
In the rest
Of Heaven's best,
That shall be his meed.
January 25, 1893.
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