| James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902. | | | | January 23 | | Phillips Brooks | | By John Hall Ingham (1860–1931) |
| | | FALLEN that mighty form, | |
| Silent the voice | |
| That through the sin and storm | |
| Made men rejoice. | |
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| Not alone Friendship stands | 5 |
| Mute and forlorn— | |
| Over all English lands | |
| Myriads mourn. | |
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| Soldier, as one he fought | |
| Loving the strife; | 10 |
| Teacher, a truth he taught | |
| Radiant with life. | |
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| The narrow bounds he burst | |
| Of creed and clan, | |
| Seeing in sinner first | 15 |
| Brother and man; | |
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| Kept through maturer might | |
| Fervor of youth; | |
| Saw through the smoke of rite | |
| The Sun of Truth; | 20 |
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| Let faded dogmas drop, | |
| Sure of the Soul— | |
| Fearless that Doubt would stop | |
| Man from his goal; | |
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| Drew from the dust and weeds | 25 |
| Lessons of Love | |
| Sown in our earthly needs, | |
| Garnered above; | |
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| Saw in the stars and sea | |
| Symbols sublime, | 30 |
| Gleams of Eternity, | |
| Hopes beyond Time; | |
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| Heard heavenly whisperings | |
| Where’er he trod, | |
| Felt through the frame of things | 35 |
| The pulse of God. | |
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| O, dying century, test | |
| Thy sons and say, | |
| “My bravest, truest, best, | |
| “I lose this day!” | 40 | | | |
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