He came in guise prescribed to patriarch
From out the past where Time's grewy shadows dark
Enveil, to be our deigned divining eye,
The dim and distant past to magnify;
To pierce the darker but the plainer way
To him, and bring us news of elder day.
Who saw the forms of the departing dead
Borne tenderly out to their narrow bed;
As taken gently, in fond arms away,
By corps of bearers then in kind relay;
Committed near to shrine the common sod,
Close by the homes and guarding house of God;
Still dwelling there as in loved friendly eye,
Amidst life's tumult, joy and company.
Found master of the Post, primeval quite,
Himself; a single letter gave delight;
Red ribbons, loosely looped upon the wall,
Held that one letter, ready for a call;
Read out aloud to waiting crowd around,
Hoping for them that letter would be found.
He saw near five score years alertly end;
Saw how his generation would descend;
In promise, present merit and degree,
Scholastic honor and sweet quality,
Such as the most fastidious parent, grand,
Should, in all reasonableness, demand.
Before us all he dwelt in peaceful calm,
And showed to youthful life old age's charm.
from "Guilford Portraits" by Henry Pynchon Robinson, 1907
From out the past where Time's grewy shadows dark
Enveil, to be our deigned divining eye,
The dim and distant past to magnify;
To pierce the darker but the plainer way
To him, and bring us news of elder day.
Who saw the forms of the departing dead
Borne tenderly out to their narrow bed;
As taken gently, in fond arms away,
By corps of bearers then in kind relay;
Committed near to shrine the common sod,
Close by the homes and guarding house of God;
Still dwelling there as in loved friendly eye,
Amidst life's tumult, joy and company.
Found master of the Post, primeval quite,
Himself; a single letter gave delight;
Red ribbons, loosely looped upon the wall,
Held that one letter, ready for a call;
Read out aloud to waiting crowd around,
Hoping for them that letter would be found.
He saw near five score years alertly end;
Saw how his generation would descend;
In promise, present merit and degree,
Scholastic honor and sweet quality,
Such as the most fastidious parent, grand,
Should, in all reasonableness, demand.
Before us all he dwelt in peaceful calm,
And showed to youthful life old age's charm.
from "Guilford Portraits" by Henry Pynchon Robinson, 1907
He came in guise prescribed to patriarch
From out the past where Time's grewy shadows dark
Enveil, to be our deigned divining eye,
The dim and distant past to magnify;
To pierce the darker but the plainer way
To him, and bring us news of elder day.
Who saw the forms of the departing dead
Borne tenderly out to their narrow bed;
As taken gently, in fond arms away,
By corps of bearers then in kind relay;
Committed near to shrine the common sod,
Close by the homes and guarding house of God;
Still dwelling there as in loved friendly eye,
Amidst life's tumult, joy and company.
Found master of the Post, primeval quite,
Himself; a single letter gave delight;
Red ribbons, loosely looped upon the wall,
Held that one letter, ready for a call;
Read out aloud to waiting crowd around,
Hoping for them that letter would be found.
He saw near five score years alertly end;
Saw how his generation would descend;
In promise, present merit and degree,
Scholastic honor and sweet quality,
Such as the most fastidious parent, grand,
Should, in all reasonableness, demand.
Before us all he dwelt in peaceful calm,
And showed to youthful life old age's charm.
from "Guilford Portraits" by Henry Pynchon Robinson, 1907
From out the past where Time's grewy shadows dark
Enveil, to be our deigned divining eye,
The dim and distant past to magnify;
To pierce the darker but the plainer way
To him, and bring us news of elder day.
Who saw the forms of the departing dead
Borne tenderly out to their narrow bed;
As taken gently, in fond arms away,
By corps of bearers then in kind relay;
Committed near to shrine the common sod,
Close by the homes and guarding house of God;
Still dwelling there as in loved friendly eye,
Amidst life's tumult, joy and company.
Found master of the Post, primeval quite,
Himself; a single letter gave delight;
Red ribbons, loosely looped upon the wall,
Held that one letter, ready for a call;
Read out aloud to waiting crowd around,
Hoping for them that letter would be found.
He saw near five score years alertly end;
Saw how his generation would descend;
In promise, present merit and degree,
Scholastic honor and sweet quality,
Such as the most fastidious parent, grand,
Should, in all reasonableness, demand.
Before us all he dwelt in peaceful calm,
And showed to youthful life old age's charm.
from "Guilford Portraits" by Henry Pynchon Robinson, 1907
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