A memorial volume of sacred poetry by the late Sir John Bowring. To which is prefixed, a memoir of the author, by Lady Bowring |
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“This Mortal shall put on Immortality.”
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A memorial volume of sacred poetry | ||
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“This Mortal shall put on Immortality.”
When shall mortal man be crowned,
Crowned with immortality?
Shadows here our path surround;
Nothing is reality.
Mists and darkness cover us—
When shall they disperse?
Waves and storms roll over us—
O'er the universe.
Crowned with immortality?
Shadows here our path surround;
Nothing is reality.
Mists and darkness cover us—
When shall they disperse?
Waves and storms roll over us—
O'er the universe.
Scenes like these shall pass away,
Brighter scenes succeeding them;
Angels bring a cloudless day,
Joy and promise leading them.
Then shall heaven's reality
All its glories shed—
Then shall immortality
Gather round our head.
Brighter scenes succeeding them;
Angels bring a cloudless day,
Joy and promise leading them.
Then shall heaven's reality
All its glories shed—
Then shall immortality
Gather round our head.
A memorial volume of sacred poetry | ||