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The Stanley Monument in Rugby Chapel.
Lie here in quiet, let boy-gazers know
How, even in sleep, the spirit of the man
Moved, and the blood, though all was marble, ran
To fruitful issue thro' a heart of snow;
Lie here above the world and close below
Thy master. Let ambition plot and plan,
Still shall the humble-hearted lead the van,
Their lives bequeathed to larger love shall grow.
How, even in sleep, the spirit of the man
Moved, and the blood, though all was marble, ran
To fruitful issue thro' a heart of snow;
Lie here above the world and close below
Thy master. Let ambition plot and plan,
Still shall the humble-hearted lead the van,
Their lives bequeathed to larger love shall grow.
Sleep on, thy rest no strife of tongues can break,
But on thy face young eyes shall look and learn
How they who seek pure wisdom never die,
To this white form white souls shall ever fly;
Here from cold lips of stone new truths will burn,
And where thou sleepest Charity shall wake.
But on thy face young eyes shall look and learn
How they who seek pure wisdom never die,
To this white form white souls shall ever fly;
Here from cold lips of stone new truths will burn,
And where thou sleepest Charity shall wake.
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