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Sl'OOESTEl ) AT THE GRAVE OF BROTHER ALFRED ALLEN , LATE OF 689 AND 707 . No marble column marks the spot Where thy remains in peace repose ; But still thy memory ' s not forgot . Nor shall the grave thy history close . For in our hearts thou yet shall live
, A monument thy deeds shall be , ( Such as no artist could achieve ) , Erected in our souls to thee . Unknown to thee , the field of fame , No warrior ' s crown e ' er stained thy brow ; 'Twas thine to bear an honest name , A name more dear now thou art low .
Though lowly is thy humble grave , Some living statues here around , To thee the last sad requiem gave For thee , their friend that ' s in this ground . HAKDSWOKTH , 6 * 89 & 707 .
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YB beautiful I ye holy Hieroglyphics bright ! Whose mystic rays are wholly The birth of teeming light . Not Light whose rising giveth Its tints to rosy day , But light whose lustre liveth
In Truth ' s eternal ray . I feel thy mighty teaching In nature ' s erring hour , All solemnl y beseeching With silent voiceless pow ' r . My heart with chastened feeling Attentive bows , while through
Its chords , like music stealing , Thy language breathes anew . As a mother interposing Her form ' tween me and ill , Is the honied truth that flows in The lore thou dost instill . And stripped of gloom and terror ,
Appears the flow ' ry way AVhose portals lead from error To Wisdom ' s rising day . W . StiliWING .
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Sl'OOESTEl ) AT THE GRAVE OF BROTHER ALFRED ALLEN , LATE OF 689 AND 707 . No marble column marks the spot Where thy remains in peace repose ; But still thy memory ' s not forgot . Nor shall the grave thy history close . For in our hearts thou yet shall live
, A monument thy deeds shall be , ( Such as no artist could achieve ) , Erected in our souls to thee . Unknown to thee , the field of fame , No warrior ' s crown e ' er stained thy brow ; 'Twas thine to bear an honest name , A name more dear now thou art low .
Though lowly is thy humble grave , Some living statues here around , To thee the last sad requiem gave For thee , their friend that ' s in this ground . HAKDSWOKTH , 6 * 89 & 707 .
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A FRAGMENT .
YB beautiful I ye holy Hieroglyphics bright ! Whose mystic rays are wholly The birth of teeming light . Not Light whose rising giveth Its tints to rosy day , But light whose lustre liveth
In Truth ' s eternal ray . I feel thy mighty teaching In nature ' s erring hour , All solemnl y beseeching With silent voiceless pow ' r . My heart with chastened feeling Attentive bows , while through
Its chords , like music stealing , Thy language breathes anew . As a mother interposing Her form ' tween me and ill , Is the honied truth that flows in The lore thou dost instill . And stripped of gloom and terror ,
Appears the flow ' ry way AVhose portals lead from error To Wisdom ' s rising day . W . StiliWING .