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Cardinal Newman.
1801–90.
He lies in state, whose soul was far above
The earthly dress that we men Honour call;
He rests and speaks not underneath the pall,
Whose voice was loud for duty and for love.
He walks in state, whose spirit mates above
With spirits never held by flesh in thrall;
He speaks with angels, No more Cardinal,
Servant of truths he sought on earth to prove.
The earthly dress that we men Honour call;
He rests and speaks not underneath the pall,
Whose voice was loud for duty and for love.
He walks in state, whose spirit mates above
With spirits never held by flesh in thrall;
He speaks with angels, No more Cardinal,
Servant of truths he sought on earth to prove.
And knowing all the followers of One Light,
And known by One, of all the Churches Lord,
He finds Heaven's way the way of children still,
The way of little ones, who seeing right,
Do it, and ask not of hard Reason's word,
And seek the Father by the Father's will.
And known by One, of all the Churches Lord,
He finds Heaven's way the way of children still,
The way of little ones, who seeing right,
Do it, and ask not of hard Reason's word,
And seek the Father by the Father's will.
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