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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Hymn.
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Hymn.
[He who walks in virtue's way]
He who walks in virtue's way,
Firm and fearless, walketh surely;
Diligent while yet 'tis day,
On he speeds, and speeds securely.
Flowers of peace beneath him grow,
Suns of pleasure brighten o'er him;
Memory's joys behind him go,
Hope's sweet angels fly before him.
Firm and fearless, walketh surely;
Diligent while yet 'tis day,
On he speeds, and speeds securely.
Flowers of peace beneath him grow,
Suns of pleasure brighten o'er him;
Memory's joys behind him go,
Hope's sweet angels fly before him.
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Thus he moves from stage to stage,
Smiles of earth and Heaven attending;
Softly sinking down to age,
And at last to death descending.
Cradled in its quiet sleep,
Calm as summer's loveliest even,
He shall sleep the hallowed sleep—
Sleep, that is o'erwatched by Heaven.
Smiles of earth and Heaven attending;
Softly sinking down to age,
And at last to death descending.
Cradled in its quiet sleep,
Calm as summer's loveliest even,
He shall sleep the hallowed sleep—
Sleep, that is o'erwatched by Heaven.
Till that day of days shall come,
When th'archangel's trumpet breaking
Through the silence of the tomb,
All its prisoners awaking;
He shall hear the thund'ring blast,
Burst the chilling bands that bound him,
To the throne of glory haste,
All heaven's splendours op'ning round him.
When th'archangel's trumpet breaking
Through the silence of the tomb,
All its prisoners awaking;
He shall hear the thund'ring blast,
Burst the chilling bands that bound him,
To the throne of glory haste,
All heaven's splendours op'ning round him.
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