Epitaph on Dr. Jenner
IN sterner fight than Waterloo
He saved his hapless brothers;
Not by his own arm, it is true,
But by the arms of others.
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On Darwin's Tomb in Westminster Abbey
THE Muse, when asked what words alone
Were worthy tribute to his fame,
Took up her pen, and on the stone
Inscribed his name.
poem by Frederick George Scott
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Resignation
NO selfish grief, no clamourings at our loss,
Shall break the sacred stillness of the dim
Dawn of eternity; we leave thee here,
Far form the winds and waves that round us toss,
Where every pain is soothed and every fear,
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In the safe keeping of the arms of Him
That saw His Mother weep beside the cross.
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The Crown of Thorns
WITH each new day new cares will wait for thee,
Trials and heart-aches; yet do thou not fear,
But take them lovingly, and, weaving them
Into a crown of thorns, wear and let be
For ever on thy head, a diadem,
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More royal than gold, the dearest token here
Of that sad voice that whispers, "Follow Me."
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Hymn (Sacred Feast)
HAIL, sacred Feast, to weary mortals given,
Pledge of God's love! O Christ, we here adore
Thee, the slain Lamb, and Thee, the Bread from heaven—
Our life and peace, our joy for evermore.
Feed us, dear Lord, Thine own great love supplying
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Our lack of faith, our need of every grace;
Dwell in us richly, till, on Thee relying,
We reach our home and see Thee face to face.
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A Question
O YE Wise of the Earth, are ye wise?
"We can tell from a bone," ye say,
"An animal's shape and size,
And the size and shape of its prey."—
"For such and such joint," say ye,
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"For such and such use must be."
When I show that since time began
The soul hath longed for the skies,
Ye say, "Death is the end of Man."—
O ye Wise of the Earth, are ye wise?
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Dawn
The immortal spirit hath no bars
To circumscribe its dwelling place;
My soul hath pastured with the stars
Upon the meadow-lands of space.
My mind and ear at times have caught,
From realms beyond our mortal reach,
The utterance of Eternal Thought
Of which all nature is the speech.
And high above the seas and lands,
On peaks just tipped with morning light,
My dauntless spirit mutely stands
With eagle wings outspread for flight.
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On the Cliff
I SEE the great blue ocean kiss the sky
Far to the South, I hear the sea-gulls wail
Among the crags, while underneath the sail
Goes swiftly by.
The sun looks down upon the twinkling sea;
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I hear the waters breaking far below;
And all is joyous, save the cloud of woe
That hangs o'er me.
The loving sky can every kiss the sea,
The ripple and the zephyr never part;
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Then why—oh, why—should thy sweet loving heart
Be torn from me?
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Estrangement
DO you remember how, one autumn night,
We sat upon the rocks and watched the sea
In dreamlike silence, while the moonlight fell
On you and me?
How, as we lingered musing, side by side,
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A cold, white mist crept down and hid the sea
And dimmed the moon, and how the air grew chill
Round you and me?
The mist and chill of that drear autumn night,
When we sat silent looking on the sea,
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I often think has never passed away
From you and me.
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The Poet's Song
I HID in the world and sang,
And I sang so loud and long
That all the ages rang
With the music of my song.
I sang of the earth and sky,
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I sang of the whispering seas,
I sang of the mountains high,
And I sang of the flowers and trees;
I sang of the early spring,
I sang of the dawning day,
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I sang, for I had to sing
As the young lambs have to play;
Till heaven and earth were ringing,
And all the people heard,
And they said, "We love his singing,
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For his song is the song of the bird."
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