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Dean Stanley.
July 18th, 1881
There was a silence in the city's roar,
And ere Saint Margaret's bell had ceased to boom,
With sense of universal loss, the gloom
Saddened the land, and broke from shore to shore
In tides of lamentation:—Passed! before
True christian love could fill the teacher's room
Or Time had fitted to her changing loom
The pattern of the charity he wore.
And ere Saint Margaret's bell had ceased to boom,
With sense of universal loss, the gloom
Saddened the land, and broke from shore to shore
In tides of lamentation:—Passed! before
True christian love could fill the teacher's room
Or Time had fitted to her changing loom
The pattern of the charity he wore.
Fathered and tutored well, he never veiled
For praise or gain the vision of his eye,
Hard pressed, and dying with God's harness on.
But where keen sense and wit unblunted failed,
His all-endearing personal presence won;
Now is he free, who fought for Liberty.
For praise or gain the vision of his eye,
Hard pressed, and dying with God's harness on.
But where keen sense and wit unblunted failed,
His all-endearing personal presence won;
Now is he free, who fought for Liberty.
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