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Wood-notes and Church-bells

By the Rev. Richard Wilton
 
 

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GOOD FRIDAY EVENING; OR, THE SUMMIT OF CALVARY.
 
 
 
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GOOD FRIDAY EVENING; OR, THE SUMMIT OF CALVARY.

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(After Mr. P. R. Morris's picture in the Royal Academy.)

'Twas the calm evening of that dreadful day
When our Salvation was so dearly won:
No darkness now veils the descending sun;
Doves' silver wings turn gold in the last ray,
Circling the fatal Tree: while drawn that way
By a strange sympathy, lambs do not shun
The crimsoned precincts where the deed was done
Which rolled the cloud of human guilt away.
At that Tree's foot let me be daily found,
Washing my robes in precious drops Divine;
While in the glorious rays that stream around,
Those robes like gold or lustrous silver shine;
Till through the dying Lamb and brooding Dove
My soul is fashioned to God's perfect love!