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1.VIII.—LINES SUGGESTED BY THE UNCOVER-
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$—:— . Out of a tomb tlie world's Hope w...
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1.Viii.—Lines Suggested By The Uncover-
1 . VIII . —LINES SUGGESTED BY THE UNCOVERING OF THE MEMORIAL , OF THE PRINCE CONSORT . 3 BX THE _ATJTHOH Or _CITTEEK ISABEL
$—:— . Out Of A Tomb Tlie World's Hope W...
_$ — _: — . Out of a tomb tlie world ' s Hope went of old ,
While Angels shone around , Force shrank away ,, And weeping Love , eternally consoled ,
Went back to labour in the light of day . And still about our graves our hopes are rife ,
Thence the remembrance of a noble life Starts like a resurrection . Seal and crown
Are set on Honour there . We trust the dead _; But And living leave hands us kin tear gless their , sig own hing banners to be led down ; , ¦ :
And oft , when living tongues but mourn or rave _,. Unanswerable accents from the grave Utter decrees of patience . Let us hear
Such accents now ; softer they could not be ,. Calming both joy and grief , for both are near ,
And in this placid lake of memory Both _gaze , and grow more pure by what they see ,.
Then not forgetting , to their toils depart , Each with a gathered flower upon the lieart . Well may those weeping eyes , which once have _seera
A perfect thought fulfil itself in deeds , Dwell only on the days that might have been ,,
And watch the form , more bright as it recedes ; : She asks no painter ' s skill ; the sun may
strike-His sternest image , let it but be like ; Nothing was there to soften or to hide
, And nothing to regret—save that he died : _3 _STo gain can match the glory of Her loss ,
It lights the Future , where She walks alone ,, _jSTot pausing , not afraid to bear Her cross , - _.
Borne by a thousand hands , yet still H _^ _-own * ,
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Aug. 1, 1863, page 374, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01081863/page/14/
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