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Lord Carnarvon.
JUNE 28TH, 1890.
Now let the Highclere cedars darklier wave
The rhododendrons fall and flush no more;
A silent face beside the silent shore
Waits for the silent shrouding of the grave!
The patriot soul that dared alone be brave,
And from the hate of kings a false robe tore,
That bade all loyal hearts refill the store
Of England's love which shall our England save,
The rhododendrons fall and flush no more;
A silent face beside the silent shore
Waits for the silent shrouding of the grave!
The patriot soul that dared alone be brave,
And from the hate of kings a false robe tore,
That bade all loyal hearts refill the store
Of England's love which shall our England save,
Moves crowned with lilies; Learning sorrows near,
And golden speech that from the “Golden Grove”
Drew such sweet life, perforce must mutely bend.
But, ah, clear-souled Carnarvon, by thy bier
Two kneel, hands clasped triumphant; holy Love
And Faith that made the future firmest friend.
And golden speech that from the “Golden Grove”
Drew such sweet life, perforce must mutely bend.
But, ah, clear-souled Carnarvon, by thy bier
Two kneel, hands clasped triumphant; holy Love
And Faith that made the future firmest friend.
St. Cuthbert, when a shepherd-boy on the banks of the Leader, saw a vision of angels who appeared to be carrying a soul of exceeding brightness to the heavenly country. He learned afterwards, that at that same time Bishop Aidan of Lindisfarne had passed away, and the boy left his flock and entered the monastic order.
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