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sylvan and sacred. By the Rev. Richard Wilton

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MY PAINTED WINDOW,
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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MY PAINTED WINDOW,

BEING A WEST LANCET-LIGHT IN LONDESBOROUGH CHURCH, OVERSHADOWED BY A BEECH TREE.

No mortal hand, with cunning art, could paint
My window; for its colour comes and goes
With the revolving seasons. Now it glows
Bright as the emerald robe of pictured saint:
Now burns like gold: and now, through traceries quaint,
Sweet sunset-touches of the ruby shows:
Now the pure whiteness of the Christmas snows,
Or gemmy lustres of the starlight faint.
Like that fair window may my life be seen,
Rich with successive graces in God's sight;
Now let me serve in manhood's vigour green,
Now peaceful sink in roseate evening light;
Then upwards soar above yon starry sheen,
And through the Golden City ‘walk in white.’