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XXIII. THE GEOLOGIST'S FUNERAL.
In Memoriam J. Clifton Ward, Buried at Keswick, April 20th, 1880.
Bury him here, and let his body's dust
Be ash to ash in this volcanic land,
Whose fiery secrets he could understand:
Right well may we his dissolution trust
To that same Will that through the lava crust
Spouted the granite fountains. God! whose hand
Of this earth's waste new continents hath planned,
Into thy potter's clay a gem we thrust.
No more his feet we follow up the cleft,
Or hear his questioning hammer tap and ring,
And learn which way the primal bergs were rolled;
But, till the Greta ceases sorrowing,
We leave him here, contented to be left,
Schooled in a lore whose days are æons old.
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