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Dr. John Brown.
DIED AT EDINBURGH, MAY 11TH, 1882.
Lanark, the sun upon thy moors had power
To sow a human heart with golden seed.
And heard in distance, tenderly, the Tweed
Nursed with its dews an everlasting flower
Of such exceeding radiance, such a dower
Of genial blessing, such a heavenly breed,
That where it bloomed all other seemed but weed,
And barren waste became an angel's bower.
To sow a human heart with golden seed.
And heard in distance, tenderly, the Tweed
Nursed with its dews an everlasting flower
Of such exceeding radiance, such a dower
Of genial blessing, such a heavenly breed,
That where it bloomed all other seemed but weed,
And barren waste became an angel's bower.
Nor vainly did the pastor's large-eyed child
Race with the collie, learn the shepherd's stride,
And bear the yeanling in his plaid: who, grown,
Gave audience to each creature's voice that cried,
Carried his brother's burdens with his own
And left the sick ones whole because he smiled.
Race with the collie, learn the shepherd's stride,
And bear the yeanling in his plaid: who, grown,
Gave audience to each creature's voice that cried,
Carried his brother's burdens with his own
And left the sick ones whole because he smiled.
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