On The Death Of Dr Burgess, The Late Bishop Of Salisbury.

Sainted old man, for more than eighty years,      Thee - tranquilly and stilly-creeping - age,      Led to the confines of the sepulchre,      And thy last day on earth - but "Father - Lord -      Which art in heaven" - how pure a faith, and heart      Unmoved, amid the changes of this life,      And tumult of the world, - and oh! what hope, -      What love and constancy of the calm mind,      And tears to misery from the inmost heart      Flowing - at times, a brief sweet smile and voice      How bland, and studies, various and profound,      Of learned languages - but, ever first,      That learning which the oracles of God      Unfolds, even to the close of life's long day      Thy course accompanies!      But, thou, farewell,      And live - this mortal veil removed - in bliss;      Live with the saints in light, whom Christ had loved.      But pardon us, left in this vale of tears,      For one last tear upon thy cold remains -      Pardon, beloved and venerated shade!