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Archbishop Thomson.
CHRISTMAS DAY, 1890.
Dead, did you say? York's good Archbishop dead!—
Brimful of human knowledge, and so wise
In that diviner world's simplicities—
Then breaks a pillar, falls a church's head,
Who dared, alone, the shepherd heights to tread,
And in a day of mist and various cries
Taught work for others was man's sacrifice,
And held that truth, unswerving, Heavenward led.
Brimful of human knowledge, and so wise
In that diviner world's simplicities—
Then breaks a pillar, falls a church's head,
Who dared, alone, the shepherd heights to tread,
And in a day of mist and various cries
Taught work for others was man's sacrifice,
And held that truth, unswerving, Heavenward led.
And as, when first round shepherds there was poured
The light of Christmas, while the angels sang,
They rose with joy and left their smouldering fires;
So, when our bells the Christmas message rang,
When rocked the clamorous towers, and shook the spires,
He left the crook, and went to greet his Lord.
The light of Christmas, while the angels sang,
They rose with joy and left their smouldering fires;
So, when our bells the Christmas message rang,
When rocked the clamorous towers, and shook the spires,
He left the crook, and went to greet his Lord.
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