| Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89). Poems. 1918. |
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| 6. The Silver Jubilee |
| | | | | To James First Bishop of Shrewsbury on the 25th Year of his Episcopate July 28. 1876 |
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THOUGH no high-hung bells or din | |
| Of braggart bugles cry it in— | |
| What is sound? Nature’s round | |
| Makes the Silver Jubilee. | |
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Five and twenty years have run | 5 |
| Since sacred fountains to the sun | |
| Sprang, that but now were shut, | |
| Showering Silver Jubilee. | |
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Feasts, when we shall fall asleep, | |
| Shrewsbury may see others keep; | 10 |
| None but you this her true, | |
| This her Silver Jubilee. | |
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Not today we need lament | |
| Your wealth of life is some way spent: | |
| Toil has shed round your head | 15 |
| Silver but for Jubilee. | |
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Then for her whose velvet vales | |
| Should have pealed with welcome, Wales, | |
| Let the chime of a rhyme | |
| Utter Silver Jubilee. | 20 |
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