Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins · Gerard Manley Hopkins

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

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;

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

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.

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