A splendid wreck and other poems . A Splendid Wreck CHAPTER VI. TO THE MEMORY OF BISHOP SIMPSON. How can I sing of thee, In notes which suit thy praise ? Who knows the melody Which I would gladly raise ? My heart, it doth oerflow Too much to sing with ease, . But lines may faintly twigs of giant trees. Thou dost not need my song, P^or thou art truly the sceptered throng, High on immortal ground. Thy earthly fame, how great! It reaches oer the sea,Where mitered men, sedate, Have heard in ecstasy. Whence came this morning starWhich fixed the gaze of men ? From out the East
A splendid wreck and other poems . A Splendid Wreck CHAPTER VI. TO THE MEMORY OF BISHOP SIMPSON. How can I sing of thee, In notes which suit thy praise ? Who knows the melody Which I would gladly raise ? My heart, it doth oerflow Too much to sing with ease, . But lines may faintly twigs of giant trees. Thou dost not need my song, P^or thou art truly the sceptered throng, High on immortal ground. Thy earthly fame, how great! It reaches oer the sea,Where mitered men, sedate, Have heard in ecstasy. Whence came this morning starWhich fixed the gaze of men ? From out the East so far Where wrote prophetic men ?. MATTHEW* SIMPSON, LLD. LATE BISHOP OF THE M. E. CHURCH. And Other Poems. No, no ; a western sky Looked down upon his birth,Where mothers lullaby Was sweetly sung with mirth. No gilded home was this,With paintings rich and rare, But here he dwelt in with humble fare. As tallest grain doth growSo near the shadowed wall, As from the cloud so lowThe bolts of thunder fall. No skillful hand was thereTo train this vine to climb; The trellis, too, was bare,In that uncultured time. But he had fixed his the eagle on the sun, And upward soaring high, What heights he grandly won ! He gleaned in halls of art; And, circling round the culled from every mart, And dug from deepest lode. A Splendid Wreck The nation rocks in storm,And shudders deep within, And hope is rudely shorn,So wild the battles din. He flies from West to East; From East again to West;He spurns the richest feast, And never knows a rest. He speaks of Lookout Mount,Where cannon roared so loud. Where me
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