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At Bishop Goodwin's Grave.
THE DAY AFTER THE FUNERAL. NOVEMBER 29TH, 1892.
Here rests from earthly labour, not from love,
A strenuous heart, strong hand and tireless brain,
One who thro' death's dark gate unhurt of pain
And quite unquenched of spirit, went to prove
The glory of full being: oh, remove
This weary weight of death that doth restrain
The ardour of his going! grant again
Sight of the Shepherd passed to fields above!
A strenuous heart, strong hand and tireless brain,
One who thro' death's dark gate unhurt of pain
And quite unquenched of spirit, went to prove
The glory of full being: oh, remove
This weary weight of death that doth restrain
The ardour of his going! grant again
Sight of the Shepherd passed to fields above!
Nay, since, dear God and Father of us all,
Thou at Thy time dost give Thy loved ones sleep,
We would not ask our Shepherd from the height,
Nor claim him back to darkness from the light;
Only we pray Thee, with a clearer call
Call close around the cross Thy sorrowing sheep.
Thou at Thy time dost give Thy loved ones sleep,
We would not ask our Shepherd from the height,
Nor claim him back to darkness from the light;
Only we pray Thee, with a clearer call
Call close around the cross Thy sorrowing sheep.
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