Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON THE DEATH OF CANON KINGSLEY, by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Mortals there are who seem, all over, flame Last Line: Even through the mournful boom of thy deep funeral knell! Subject(s): Kingsley, Charles (1819-1875) | ||||||||
MORTALS there are who seem, all over, flame, Vitalized radiance, keen, intense, and high, Whose souls, like planets in a dominant sky, Burn with full forces of eternity: Such was his soul, and such the light which came From that pure heaven he lived in; holiest worth Of will and work was his, to brighten earth, Heal its foul wounds, and beautify its dearth. He dwelt in clear white purity apart, Yet walked the world; through many a sufferer's door He shone like morning; comfort streamed before His footsteps; on the feeble and the poor He lavished the rich spikenard of his heart. Christ's soldier! To his trumpet-call he sprung, Eager, elate; valiant of pen and tongue, Grand were the words he spake, the songs he sung. Still, hero-priest! born out of thy due time -- Thou should'st have lived when on thine England's sod Giants of faith and seers of freedom trod, Daring all things to break the oppressor's rod. Great in thine own age, thou hadst been sublime In theirs -- that age of fervent, fruitful breath, When, scorning treachery, and defying death, Her true knights girt their loved Elizabeth, Seeing on her the centuries' hopes were set; Then hadst thou ranged with Raleigh land and sea, Bible and sword in hand, gone forth with Leigh, The tyrant smote, the heathen folk made free! Yea! but to God and grace thou hast paid thy debt, In measure scarce less glorious and complete Than theirs who bearded on his chosen seat The bloody Antichrist; or, fleet to fleet, Thundered through storms of battle-wrack and fire At Britain's Salamis; the heroic strain Ran purpling all thy nature like a vein Oped from God's heart to thine; the loftiest plane Of thought and action, purpose and desire Thou trod'st on triumphing; thy Viking's face Showed granite-willed, yet softened into grace By effluence of good deeds, the angelic race Of prayers to prompt, and aid them! Fare thee well, Clear spirit and strong! thy life-work nobly done, Shines beautiful as some unsetting sun O'er arctic summers; chords of victory run Even through the mournful boom of thy deep funeral knell! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASPECTS OF THE PINES by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE BEYOND THE POTOMAC by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE CHARLESTON by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE IN HARBOR by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE MACDONALD'S RAID - A.D. 1780 by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE PATIENCE by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE PRE-EXISTENCE by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE BATTLE OF CHARLESTON HARBOR by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE ROSE AND THORN by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE VICKSBURG by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE A BACHELOR-BOOKWORM'S COMPLAINT OF LAST PRESENTIAL ELECTION by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE |
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