A memorial volume of sacred poetry by the late Sir John Bowring. To which is prefixed, a memoir of the author, by Lady Bowring |
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Inquiries.
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Inquiries.
What need we care for when or where
The seed was grown the harvest grew,
If in its fruits, when gathered there,
We find the good, the wise, the true
Bringing the beautiful and bright,—
Why ask me whence the heavenly light?
The seed was grown the harvest grew,
If in its fruits, when gathered there,
We find the good, the wise, the true
Bringing the beautiful and bright,—
Why ask me whence the heavenly light?
'Twas not alone on Gherizim,
Not only at Jerusalem,
That man has heard the holiest hymn,
That man has seen the loveliest gem
From Heaven above, descending down
T'illume the cave—or deck the crown.
Not only at Jerusalem,
That man has heard the holiest hymn,
That man has seen the loveliest gem
From Heaven above, descending down
T'illume the cave—or deck the crown.
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