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Cardinal Manning.
ON HEARING OF HIS LAST ILLNESS, JANUARY, 1892.
May God's sweet sun of health shine out and move
The bitter cloud that darkens on our hopes,
For you thro' strength and weakness up the slopes
Of Faith have passed unfaltering: Heaven above
Smiles on you; not for ring or jewelled glove,
Wrappings of scarlet, gorgeous golden copes,
Not for the kissing of the hand of popes,
But for your kiss of peace, your cloak of love.
The bitter cloud that darkens on our hopes,
For you thro' strength and weakness up the slopes
Of Faith have passed unfaltering: Heaven above
Smiles on you; not for ring or jewelled glove,
Wrappings of scarlet, gorgeous golden copes,
Not for the kissing of the hand of popes,
But for your kiss of peace, your cloak of love.
Frail were your hands and frail your voice's call—
Both strong for right; Faith helped your high endeavour
When wealth and work stood angrily at strife.
Ah! though your feet are near that other river,
Stay with us still, for England needs your life,
Friend of the poor! wise-counselling Cardinal!
Both strong for right; Faith helped your high endeavour
When wealth and work stood angrily at strife.
Ah! though your feet are near that other river,
Stay with us still, for England needs your life,
Friend of the poor! wise-counselling Cardinal!
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