Poems, partly of rural life, (in national English.) By William Barnes |
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HALLOWED NAMES. |
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HALLOWED NAMES.
When time, as in a length'ning train,
Our generations come and wane,
Brings on, in world-bespreading light,
Before their fellow-mortals' sight,
Some winning forms that shine so bright
By truth of heart, and grace of mind,
How dear to ears they leave behind,
Will long be heard their hallow'd names.
Our generations come and wane,
Brings on, in world-bespreading light,
Before their fellow-mortals' sight,
Some winning forms that shine so bright
By truth of heart, and grace of mind,
How dear to ears they leave behind,
Will long be heard their hallow'd names.
For mortals who have lived and died
In patient faith by sorrow tried,
Or won, by lovely deeds, the praise
Of souls that knew them in their days;
Though time may take them from the ways
Of men, will leave the vital air
That they no longer breathe, to bear,
In days to come, their hallow'd names.
In patient faith by sorrow tried,
Or won, by lovely deeds, the praise
Of souls that knew them in their days;
Though time may take them from the ways
Of men, will leave the vital air
That they no longer breathe, to bear,
In days to come, their hallow'd names.
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'Tis not because the ground that spread
Before the eyes of loved ones dead,
May have the fairest fields between
Its woody slopes and hedges green;
But 'tis because their eyes have seen
That ground, where lies, as once it lay
For them, their now forsaken way,
It bears for us a hallow'd name.
Before the eyes of loved ones dead,
May have the fairest fields between
Its woody slopes and hedges green;
But 'tis because their eyes have seen
That ground, where lies, as once it lay
For them, their now forsaken way,
It bears for us a hallow'd name.
So when our doors may yield their way
To other owners in their day;
And young men blithe, and maidens fair,
May leave some later feet to wear,
In meadow walks, their footways bare;
May all, upheld by Heav'nly grace,
Then leave to those who take their place,
The savor of a hallow'd name.
To other owners in their day;
And young men blithe, and maidens fair,
May leave some later feet to wear,
In meadow walks, their footways bare;
May all, upheld by Heav'nly grace,
Then leave to those who take their place,
The savor of a hallow'd name.
| Poems, partly of rural life, (in national English.) | |