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Manody ,On The Death Of His Royal Highness The Duke Of Sussex,
Which cold or timid minds withhold so long ? Kingdom of Science ! through thy widening sphere Is felt the thrill , that tells a startled World A star hath set , a light hath left the sphere .
MOURN FOR THE MASON ! Ye of the silent Craft , Who honoured him as he protected you ; Now , while his memory is freshly bright , And the new earth unsettled o ' er his grave , Arise !—ancl place before the eyes of men
Some grateful token of your high esteem ! What , though no train Masonic graced the bier Of Him who loved our Ancient Craft so well . Our Mystic Meetings long shall feel the gloom—Long mourn the spirit that hath passed away—Our Israel long lament a Master dead !
MOURN FOR THE MAN ! Widows and Orphans , mourn For one who always had a heart for you , Who made your griefs his ever-fervid theme , Nor ivith cold hand withheld the means he had , To smooth your brow , and stay the starting tear .
As round the cave where Israel ' s David dwelt , All whom Distress ancl Sorrow made their own Gathered for shelter and for sympathy—All who felt sorrow round our SUSSEX came , Of kindness and of help alike secure .
MOURN WE FOR US ! Why fall our tears for him ?—His race is run—his useful course is o ' er—The mind at rest—the fervid , feeling soul Gone , as we trust , to meet its high reward—Reward how high , for one whose living mind Saw with prophetic eye the Heavenly Reign , Ancl urged the highest destinies of Man !
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Manody ,On The Death Of His Royal Highness The Duke Of Sussex,
Which cold or timid minds withhold so long ? Kingdom of Science ! through thy widening sphere Is felt the thrill , that tells a startled World A star hath set , a light hath left the sphere .
MOURN FOR THE MASON ! Ye of the silent Craft , Who honoured him as he protected you ; Now , while his memory is freshly bright , And the new earth unsettled o ' er his grave , Arise !—ancl place before the eyes of men
Some grateful token of your high esteem ! What , though no train Masonic graced the bier Of Him who loved our Ancient Craft so well . Our Mystic Meetings long shall feel the gloom—Long mourn the spirit that hath passed away—Our Israel long lament a Master dead !
MOURN FOR THE MAN ! Widows and Orphans , mourn For one who always had a heart for you , Who made your griefs his ever-fervid theme , Nor ivith cold hand withheld the means he had , To smooth your brow , and stay the starting tear .
As round the cave where Israel ' s David dwelt , All whom Distress ancl Sorrow made their own Gathered for shelter and for sympathy—All who felt sorrow round our SUSSEX came , Of kindness and of help alike secure .
MOURN WE FOR US ! Why fall our tears for him ?—His race is run—his useful course is o ' er—The mind at rest—the fervid , feeling soul Gone , as we trust , to meet its high reward—Reward how high , for one whose living mind Saw with prophetic eye the Heavenly Reign , Ancl urged the highest destinies of Man !