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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What is our Duty here.
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What is our Duty here.
What is our duty here? to tend
From good to better, thence to best:
Grateful to drink life's cup—then bend
Unmurmuring to our bed of rest;
To pluck the flowers that round us blow,
Scattering sweet fragrance as we go.
From good to better, thence to best:
Grateful to drink life's cup—then bend
Unmurmuring to our bed of rest;
To pluck the flowers that round us blow,
Scattering sweet fragrance as we go.
And so to live, that when the sun
Of our existence sinks in night,
Memorials sweet of mercies done
May shrine our names in mem'ry's light:
And the blest seeds we scattered, bloom
A hundred-fold in days to come.
Of our existence sinks in night,
Memorials sweet of mercies done
May shrine our names in mem'ry's light:
And the blest seeds we scattered, bloom
A hundred-fold in days to come.
| A memorial volume of sacred poetry | |