A Mirror of Faith Lays and Legends of the Church in England. By the Rev. J. M. Neale |
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The Death of Bishop Jolly.
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XXXIX. The Death of Bishop Jolly.
Oh say not, though the Church below
Hath lost Her first resplendence,
No Angel-visitings we know,
No Heav'n-bestow'd attendance!
Say not Her brightest things are fled,
And all Her glories parted:
Nor Blessed Spirits tend the dead
That were Her faithful-hearted!
Hath lost Her first resplendence,
No Angel-visitings we know,
No Heav'n-bestow'd attendance!
Say not Her brightest things are fled,
And all Her glories parted:
Nor Blessed Spirits tend the dead
That were Her faithful-hearted!
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Break not the quiet of the scene
By vain lament or weeping:
'Twixt life and death, in state serene,
That holy form is sleeping!
It is not rest! for never rest
So deep a quiet gaineth!
It is not death! for deep imprest
The smile of life remaineth!
By vain lament or weeping:
'Twixt life and death, in state serene,
That holy form is sleeping!
It is not rest! for never rest
So deep a quiet gaineth!
It is not death! for deep imprest
The smile of life remaineth!
No earthly hands thy eye-lids clos'd,
Love's latest care to shew thee:
No earthly hands thy limbs compos'd,
And smooth'd thy couch below thee:
But who can tell what met thine eye,
So calm in faith and patience?
What bright, angelic forms,—what high
Celestial visitations?
Love's latest care to shew thee:
No earthly hands thy limbs compos'd,
And smooth'd thy couch below thee:
But who can tell what met thine eye,
So calm in faith and patience?
What bright, angelic forms,—what high
Celestial visitations?
Alone, yet not alone, in death!
No mortal arm was near thee!
But better friends receiv'd thy breath,
And waited round to cheer thee!
Then first they met thy raptur'd eyes;
They parted from thee never:
But, in the realms of Paradise,
Are with thee now and ever!
No mortal arm was near thee!
But better friends receiv'd thy breath,
And waited round to cheer thee!
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They parted from thee never:
But, in the realms of Paradise,
Are with thee now and ever!
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