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Nor those alone, the present train,
Their present king adored ; An earlier, and a later strain,
Extoll'd the self-same Lord. Obedient to His Father's will;
He came, He lived, He died ;
Before and after cried,
A long and bright array
Proclaim'd the glorious day :
Its fire on every lip,
A goodly fellowship;
A man of griefs: and, lo, A noble army following fast
His track of pain and woe:
That suffering host appears ;
Though steep'd in blood and tears ;
To ages yet to be,
Thy final triumph share,
Though last and meanest there,
By JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.
Said Christ our Lord, “I will go
Behold, now, the Giver of all good things;
" Have ye
thrones and altars, then, On the bodies and souls of living men ? And think ye that building shall endure, Which shelters the noble and crushes the poor?
“With gates of silver and bars of gold,
"O Lord and Master, not ours the guilt,
By BARTON. Nay, shrink not from that word “Farewell ! ” As if 'twere Friendship's final knell ;
Such fears may prove but vain: So changeful is Life's fleeting day, Whene'er we sever--Hope may say
We part, to meet again!
E'en the last parting Earth can know,
To souls that heavenward soar;
May meet-to part no more!