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(IN THE CHURCHYARD, DARLEY ABBEY. FEBRUARY 11TH, 1904.) HERE in this country dale to seek for rest The Master of the Temple came and found; With tears of sorrow we who loved him best Now leave him with the green hills standing round.
His form so frail yet of such precious worth, His delicate hands that from their writing cease, We lay for ever in the kindly earth, Where all things speak of purity and peace.
Here all is well. But ah ! the difference Where he is absent, where men hear no more That silver voice in chastened eloquence Interpreting the Scriptures' sacred lore.
The wise and learned came from him to learn Truths hid from Courts and in the world unseen, And careworn spirits fain to him would turn Sure of a guide to pastures fresh and green.
His place no more shall know him, but not yet His voice and presence from the world are gone, While hearts remain who never can forget,
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