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Dr. Döllinger.
JANUARY 10TH, 1890.
Pure-hearted servant of the Living God,
Sure scholar, trained by Truth's unswerving hand,
High leader of high Love's triumphant band,—
Christ you obeyed but not his “Vicar's” nod:
Silent you kissed the inevitable rod,
Owned no soul-quenching hierarch's demand,
And passed for Faith, Faith's exile thro' the land,
Nor chose the easier way unreason trod.
Sure scholar, trained by Truth's unswerving hand,
High leader of high Love's triumphant band,—
Christ you obeyed but not his “Vicar's” nod:
Silent you kissed the inevitable rod,
Owned no soul-quenching hierarch's demand,
And passed for Faith, Faith's exile thro' the land,
Nor chose the easier way unreason trod.
Clouds came between, and death, with cloudier bar,
Has come, but round your sovran Sun, in light,
Turns the true soul that set so many free:
Still as for dawn above a troublous sea
To you men yearn: yea, in her darkest night
The church that scorned shall hail your guiding star!
Has come, but round your sovran Sun, in light,
Turns the true soul that set so many free:
Still as for dawn above a troublous sea
To you men yearn: yea, in her darkest night
The church that scorned shall hail your guiding star!
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