To James First Bishop of Shrewsbury on the 25th Year of his Episcopate, July 28, 1876 1 THOUGH no high-hung bells or din Of braggart bugles cry it in -- What is sound? Nature's round Makes the Silver Jubilee. 2 Five and twenty years have run Since sacred fountains to the sun Sprang, that but now were shut, Showering Silver Jubilee. 3 Feasts, when we shall fall asleep, Shrewsbury may see others keep; None but you this her true, This her Silver Jubilee. 4 Not today we need lament Your wealth of life is some way spent: Toil has shed round your head Silver but for Jubilee. 5 Then for her whose velvet vales Should have pealed with welcome, Wales, Let the chime of a rhyme Utter Silver Jubilee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MADLY SINGING IN THE MOUNTAINS by PO CHU-YI THE KLONDIKE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MARCH: A BULL ON THE HORIZON by A. G. BECKMANN THE SMACK RACE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE INN ALBUM: PART 2 by ROBERT BROWNING TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. WHAT HAVE I TO DO WITH THEE by EDWARD CARPENTER SWEET MEAT HAS SOUR SAUCE; OR, THE SLAVE-TRADER IN THE DUMPS by WILLIAM COWPER |