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How often on this very spot the bread of life he broke,
And of the Master's matchless love with sweet compassion spoke;
The mourner's stricken spirit cheered, and raised the drooping head,
And peace within the contrite heart, as balm of healing shed!
And of the Master's matchless love with sweet compassion spoke;
The mourner's stricken spirit cheered, and raised the drooping head,
And peace within the contrite heart, as balm of healing shed!
Hark! from "Old Harvard's" classic walls, time-hallowed and revered,
By many a name of lofty worth to fame and love endeared,
A tone is wafted to the ear, of blended grief and praise:
Learning and meek-eyed piety their mingling incense raise.
By many a name of lofty worth to fame and love endeared,
A tone is wafted to the ear, of blended grief and praise:
Learning and meek-eyed piety their mingling incense raise.
His presence graced her loftiest seat, and yet no eye could see
A shade of pride come o'er that brow of rare humility.
Her fame was precious to his soul, and with a parent's care
He raised his voice to Heaven for her in supplicating prayer.
A shade of pride come o'er that brow of rare humility.
Her fame was precious to his soul, and with a parent's care
He raised his voice to Heaven for her in supplicating prayer.
And now, in filial grief, around his silent bier to stand,
Her sons come forth, the wise, the good, the gifted of the land.
How truly honored in his life, their swelling hearts can say,
Who gather round his coffined rest, their meed of love to pay!
Her sons come forth, the wise, the good, the gifted of the land.
How truly honored in his life, their swelling hearts can say,
Who gather round his coffined rest, their meed of love to pay!
