Sungleams Rondeaux and Sonnets. By the Rev. Richard Wilton |
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XLV. IN MEMORY OF CHARLES TENNYSON-TURNER,
July 4th, 1879—His Birthday.
With wreaths of love we crown thy natal day,Though thou hast vanished from thy fellowmen,
The sweet voice silenced, and the ready pen,
With all it might have painted, put away.
Never again to us will light-winged lay
New beauties waft, caught by thy subtle ken,
Nor to our longing ears ever again
New music from thy cunning harp will stray.
But still thy gentle presence seems to brood
O'er the dim distance of the azure wold,
O'er summer cornfield, and o'er lonely wood:
Still in thy books communion I can hold
With all that is most lovely, true, and good,
And feel thy spirit stir me as of old.
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