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Alfred Lord Tennyson
Out flew the web and floated wide;
She left the web, she left the loom,
There hath he lain for ages and will lie
One God, one law, one element,
There lives more faith in honest doubt,
God’s finger touched him, and he slept.
So many worlds, so much to do,
That men may rise on stepping-stones
More things are wrought by prayer
The old order changeth, yielding place to new,
Authority forgets a dying king.
Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
For though from out our bourne of time and place
Sunset and evening star,
For men may come and men may go,
But O for the touch of a vanished hand,
Samuel Johnson
The Church’s one foundation
Julieta Lima
Seal with a righteous kiss