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IN all the towns and cities
On Merry England's broad expanse,
No swordsman ever could
With

ST art, the stars above Were fated on thy birth to shine;
Oh, born of beauty and of love,
What early poetry was thine
The softness of Ionian

Of thy life,
Thomas, this compass well mark:
Not aye with full sails the high seas to beat,
Ne by coward dread, in shunning storms dark,

Thou who survey'st these walls with curious eye,
Pause at this tomb where Hanmer's ashes lie;
His various worth through varied life attend,
And learn his virtues while thou mourn'st his end

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True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank;
A ferlie he spied wi' his ee;
And there he saw a lady bright,

"Adam, where are you
" God's hands palpate darkness, the void that is Adam's inattention, his confused attention to everything, impassioned by multiplicity, his despair
Multiplicity, his despair; God's hands enacting blindness<...

To cultivate in ev'ry noble
Habitual grace, and sentiments refin'd,
Thus while you strive to mend the human heart,
Thus while the heav'nly precepts you impart,

As I stood upon the sandy
One morn near Pentland Ferry,
I saw a beautiful brigantine,
And all her crew seem'd merry