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!