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The poetical works of Henry Alford | ||
THE ANCIENT MAN.
There is an ancient man who dwells
Without our parish-bounds,
Beyond the poplar-avenue,
Across two meadow-grounds;
And whensoe'er our two small bells
To church call merrily,
Leaning upon our churchyard gate
This old man ye may see.
Without our parish-bounds,
Beyond the poplar-avenue,
Across two meadow-grounds;
And whensoe'er our two small bells
To church call merrily,
Leaning upon our churchyard gate
This old man ye may see.
He is a man of many thoughts,
That long have found their rest,
Each in its proper dwelling-place
Settled within his breast:
A form erect, a stately brow,
A set and measured mien:
The satisfied unroving look
Of one who much hath seen.
That long have found their rest,
Each in its proper dwelling-place
Settled within his breast:
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A set and measured mien:
The satisfied unroving look
Of one who much hath seen.
And once, when young in care of souls,
I watched a sick man's bed,
And willing half, and half ashamed,
Lingered, and nothing said:
That ancient man, in accents mild,
Removed my shame away:
“Listen!” he said; “the minister
Prepares to kneel and pray.”
I watched a sick man's bed,
And willing half, and half ashamed,
Lingered, and nothing said:
That ancient man, in accents mild,
Removed my shame away:
“Listen!” he said; “the minister
Prepares to kneel and pray.”
These lines of humble thankfulness
Will never meet his eye;
Unknown that old man means to live,
And unremembered die.
The forms of life have severed us:
But when that life shall end,
Fain would I hail that reverend man
A father and a friend.
Will never meet his eye;
Unknown that old man means to live,
And unremembered die.
The forms of life have severed us:
But when that life shall end,
Fain would I hail that reverend man
A father and a friend.
The poetical works of Henry Alford | ||