The poetical works of Robert Stephen Hawker Edited from the original manuscripts and annotated copies together with a prefatory notice and bibliography by Alfred Wallis |
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There is a cross in Oxford, built of stone,They call it there “The Martyrs' Monument;”
Wise-hearted workmen rear'd it, and they spent
In that proud toil, labour and gold unknown.
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And deep device, whereby the fathers wrought
Doctrines in walls, and gave dumb roofs a tone.
Yet, hearken! in yon cloister dim and old,
They show a simple casket fram'd to hold
An ancient staff. Ye walls of stern Saint John!
Watch well that relic of the days gone by—
Thereon Laud lean'd when he went forth to die.
Ha! stout old man, thy fame is still our own,
Though banish'd be thy memory from the graven stone!
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