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Principal Tulloch.
1886.
Gone to the land of light and calm in fear
For this dark day and our tempestuous time,
Already hast thou heard the silver chime,
That ever doth our jarring earth ensphere.
Nor art thou friendless, thy devout compeer
Who shared the toil of thy laborious prime
Comes from those rosy mountains angels climb:—
Friendship on earth, in Heaven is love more dear.
For this dark day and our tempestuous time,
Already hast thou heard the silver chime,
That ever doth our jarring earth ensphere.
Nor art thou friendless, thy devout compeer
Who shared the toil of thy laborious prime
Comes from those rosy mountains angels climb:—
Friendship on earth, in Heaven is love more dear.
And if before thine ears were stopped by death
No message came of that last battle cry,
Where men fought fierce with argument for swords
Thou knowest now, from out our cloudy breath
And strife of indistinguishable words,
God rolls his car of Truth to Victory.
No message came of that last battle cry,
Where men fought fierce with argument for swords
Thou knowest now, from out our cloudy breath
And strife of indistinguishable words,
God rolls his car of Truth to Victory.
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