LINES
Composed after attending the funeral of the late Dr. Ure, F.R.S. January, 1857.
BY DR. WILLIAM BEATTIE.
The last sad office to our Friend is paid;
Affection lingers where his dust is laid:
But, from the Mourner’s cheek Hope wipes the tear,
And, pointing upward, cries—“He is not here!”
In him Philosophy and Faith combined;
Science enlarged, and Truth illumed his mind;
He harmonized Divine with human lore,
And weighed this life, with that which lies before:
The love of knowledge fired his ardent youth;
His age was radiant with the light of Truth:
And his, the best reward to Science given—
The calm research that brings us nearer Heaven.
Walking with Science—every step he trod—
Each problem solved—disclosed a present God:
Whose mystic hand unlocks the realms of Art;
Moves, and controls, the universal heart;
And in the sacred light of Nature’s laws—
Reveals, and leads us to the great first Cause!
