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TO The Memory OF JOHN KEBLE.

One star of song from out our firmament
Hath passed away, and lo! a vacant space,
Where once rich music flowed from lips of grace
And soothed the murmurs of our discontent:
Silent the voice that once its sweetness sent
Through all the windings of the Christian's year,
Or sang to lyre attuned for listening ear
Of child-like souls whose name is “Innocent.”
Hush, faithless grief! This Easter morning bright
Its witness bears nor star nor voice is gone:
That still shines clear for all who love the light;
This through far lands and ages soundeth on;
Ah! Were it ours to tune our lives aright,
Nor basely fail where he hath nobly won!
Easter, 1866.