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At the Lying in State of Cardinal Manning.
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At the Lying in State of Cardinal Manning.
JANUARY 19TH, 1892.
He lies in purple, as becomes a man
Of royal nature, round him starry bright
Stand the dark walls in token of our night.
Those aged feet that still so swiftly ran
To succour, those grey eyes that seemed to scan
The worlds unseen, have lost their power and light,
And the frail hands, and strenuous for the right,
Are cold. Mourns England, grieves the Vatican!
Of royal nature, round him starry bright
Stand the dark walls in token of our night.
Those aged feet that still so swiftly ran
To succour, those grey eyes that seemed to scan
The worlds unseen, have lost their power and light,
And the frail hands, and strenuous for the right,
Are cold. Mourns England, grieves the Vatican!
Yet death has set his forehead free from lines,
The golden crook is idle at his side,
He lies at rest and on his purple glove
Like flame unwaveringly the topaz shines,
While o'er him dead there bends the One who died,
With arms outstretched—the image of his love.
The golden crook is idle at his side,
He lies at rest and on his purple glove
Like flame unwaveringly the topaz shines,
While o'er him dead there bends the One who died,
With arms outstretched—the image of his love.
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