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Sonnets Round the Coast

by H. D. Rawnsley
  

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XXIII. TOMB OF THOMAS DE COTTINGHAM,

OBIIT 1300. SAINT BEES.

Stubborn of mouth, and with a stony eye,
Hands firm in prayer, full-robed with monkish gown,
Well wears he cowl severe, and tonsure crown
Who now from stone beholds the passers by:
Great Thomas, he of Cottingham, might die,
The cloisters fall, the walls be overthrown,
But century after century still should own
How Brother Thomas ruled his Priory.
Rude were the times for mitre, cowl, or cope,
And rough the ways in rugged Cumberland;
The road to Heaven is not more easy now.
Still must we labour on, and die in hope,
In his heart's cell must each still take the vow,
And still in prayer true hand be pressed to hand.