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Sonnets, Lyrics and Translations

By the Rev. Charles Turner [i.e. Charles Tennyson]
 

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OUR MARY AND THE CHILD-MUMMY.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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OUR MARY AND THE CHILD-MUMMY.

When the four quarters of the world shall rise,
Men, women, children, at the Judgment-time,
Perchance this Memphian girl, dead ere her prime,
Shall drop her mask, and with dark new-born eyes
Salute our English Mary, lov'd and lost;
The Father knows her little scroll of prayer,
And life as pure as His Egyptian air;
For, though she knew not Jesus, nor the cost
At which He won the world, she learn'd to pray;
And though our own sweet babe on Christ's good name
Spent her last breath, premonish'd and advis'd
Of Him, and in His glorious Church baptiz'd,
She will not spurn this old-world child away,
Nor put her poor embalmèd heart to shame.
 

The extract from the “Book of the Dead,” which was put into the hands of the deceased.