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ALL SAINTS
My mind reviews the story
Of the old primeval glory:
Of Abram, whom on Midian's plain
God heard, and answered to again;
Of Moses from the sweep of Nile
Saved by a sister's tender wile;
Of the old primeval glory:
Of Abram, whom on Midian's plain
God heard, and answered to again;
Of Moses from the sweep of Nile
Saved by a sister's tender wile;
The captains and the seers of old,
Whom God's anointing made so bold;
The pure faith-jewel handed down
Till cross and scourging brought its crown.
Whom God's anointing made so bold;
The pure faith-jewel handed down
Till cross and scourging brought its crown.
Kindred to these, tho' in time apart,
The loves ancestral of my heart,
The ancient grandsire, parents sage,
My fair son, nip't in tender age,
And one, now lying still and lone,
A daughter, to a sister grown.
Such memories gild, with glowing ray,
The passage of this All Saints' Day.
The loves ancestral of my heart,
The ancient grandsire, parents sage,
My fair son, nip't in tender age,
And one, now lying still and lone,
A daughter, to a sister grown.
Such memories gild, with glowing ray,
The passage of this All Saints' Day.
1885.
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