ALL SAINTS.
One feast, of holy clays the crest, T, though no churchman, love to keep— All Saints —the unknown good that rest In God's still memory folded deep ; The bravely dumb that did their deed, And scorned to ; blot it with a name ; Men of the plain heroic breed, That loved Heaven's silence more than fame,
Such lived not in the past alone, but thread to-day the unheeding street, And stair.-i to Sin arid Famine known Sing with the welcome oi: their feet. The den they enter grows a shrine, The grimy sash au oriel burns, Their cup of water warms like wine. Their speech is tilled from heavenly urns
About their brows to me appears An aureole traced in toudcrcst light, The rainbow gleam of smiles through tears, In (lying eyes by them made bright, Of souls that shivered on the edge Of that chill ford repassed no more, And in their mercy felt the pledge, And sweetness of the further shore. • — James liiisscll 'Lowell.
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Hawke's Bay Times, Issue 1534, 16 December 1873, Page 49
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167ALL SAINTS. Hawke's Bay Times, Issue 1534, 16 December 1873, Page 49
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