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Bishop Phillips Brooks.
DIED AT BOSTON, 23RD JANUARY, 1893.
You came, and with you came a wind from Heaven
The health and vigour of Atlantic gales,
Our hearts revived, our souls reset their sails,
And with new courage o'er dark seas were driven.
Weak knees were strong which hopelessly had striven,
Tired hands that felt—what agony avails!
Cast overboard all this world's cumbrous bales,
Took in fresh hope and life your lips had given.
The health and vigour of Atlantic gales,
Our hearts revived, our souls reset their sails,
And with new courage o'er dark seas were driven.
Weak knees were strong which hopelessly had striven,
Tired hands that felt—what agony avails!
Cast overboard all this world's cumbrous bales,
Took in fresh hope and life your lips had given.
There as we heard the passionate appeal,
And watched your body swayed beneath the stress
Of half you felt, of all you could express,
We learned again how sped the Holy Ghost
Thro' flame and wind of that first Pentecost,
And knew your message by the Saviour's seal.
And watched your body swayed beneath the stress
Of half you felt, of all you could express,
We learned again how sped the Holy Ghost
Thro' flame and wind of that first Pentecost,
And knew your message by the Saviour's seal.
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