Henry Alford Poems

Dark is the spot and damp. The great man's hall
Keeps off the pleasant sun. The stones are green;
And here and there a gaping breach is seen,
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'There is one baptism:'' thus wrote holy Paul--
Behold its only trace, yon ancient stone
Forth to dishonour and destruction thrown,
Catching the d ...
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Cheeriest of maidens, who, with light of bliss
That waneth never in thy gladsome eye,
Passest all lightly earth's sad sorrows by,
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Jackson, than whom none better skilled to lead
The willing spirit captive with sweet lays,
Searching the hidden fountain--heads which feed
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How grand beneath the feet that company
Of steep gray roofs and clustering pinnacles
Of the massy fane, brooding in majesty
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On thy green marge, thou vale of Avalon,
Not for that thou art crowned with ancient towers
And shafts and clustered pillars many a one,
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This onward--deepening gloom,--this hanging path
Over the Linn that soundeth mightily,
Foaming and tumbling on, as if in wrath
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I saw two women weeping by the tomb
Of one new--buried, in a fair green place
Bowered with shrubs; the eve retained no trace
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Saviour and Lord beloved, what homage new
Shall thy Church give thee in these latter days,
When there is nothing new; no song of praise
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This onward--deepening gloom,--this hanging path
Over the Linn that soundeth mightily,
Foaming and tumbling on, as if in wrath
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