This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1868 edition. Excerpt: ...one voice--" For the day, and the hour, Thou grew'st with the oak, and wast firm as a tower: But now, for his sap which thou hast in thy veins, Of old, and for ever this justice remains, The conscious injustice shall burn in thy blood--Tor ill-gotten riches do nobody good!" 1849 IN MEMOEIAM. LINES On reading ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1868 edition. Excerpt: ...one voice--" For the day, and the hour, Thou grew'st with the oak, and wast firm as a tower: But now, for his sap which thou hast in thy veins, Of old, and for ever this justice remains, The conscious injustice shall burn in thy blood--Tor ill-gotten riches do nobody good!" 1849 IN MEMOEIAM. LINES On reading the following obituary notice in a local newspaper--"Died, at Shelton Rectory, on the 31st of December, 1858, the Eev. Chas. Langley Maltby, in his 42nd year. Aek these few bare words the only token Of him we see not, but fain would see: Whose fire-touched lips have fervently spoken Of what Time is, and the Future will be; Who lovingly followed his Master Holy, With christian charity, duty, and zeal--Who ministered unto the poor and lowly, And, feeling himself, taught others to feel? Remorse shall yet wake for one so forgiving, For one so generous, one so true: Remorse shall yet wake in his enemies living, Who knew not the worth of him they slew. O, clerical judge, who sate to try him, Turn back your eyes on the spots within; For jyhat you impute, or what you deny him, Be sure that yours is no graver sin. Impurity never fell from his lips: Of hatred or slander he blew not the coals; Nor was he like many, a dread eclipse Betwixt the Almighty and human souls. 0, Church! in whose temple he ministered duly, 0, favoured Church! of a famous land; God send forth thousands as worthily, truly, And purely as he at thine altars to stand. 0, Flock! who had hailed with joy his returning, Prom clouds, which obscured, had he worked himself clear--His darkened departure has left you in, mourning, But long to your hearts will his memory be dear. The keenest edge of the slander that slew him, In his manly worth, in his spirit's bloom, With the...
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