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Henry Vaughan, Silurist
Henry Vaughan's desecrated grave was restored by the lovers of his poetry in answer to an appeal from the American poetess, Louise Imogen Guiney.
Saintly Silurist, thy belovèd stream
Still breathes thy name and fame at evening dusk
Or when its flowery banks with sunrise gleam:
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With subtle, sweet, and penetrative force
Awakes the echoes of this far-off time,
Adown the ages singing in its course.
Where strayed thy feet, reposes now thy dust
Under the yew tree; but thy measured words,
Moving the heart to love and hope and trust,
Fly over land and sea like summer birds:
Such wings of immortality are given
To spirits “finely touched,” and taught of Heaven!
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