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Wednesday, 20 December 2017

Shemuel by Edward Ernest Bowen

Shemuel, the Bethlehemite,
Watched a fevered guest at night;
All his fellows fared afield,
Saw the angel host revealed;
He nor caught the mystic story,
Heard the song, nor saw the glory.

Through the night they gazing stood,
Heard the holy multitude;
Back they came in wonder home,
Knew the Christmas kingdom come,
Eyes aflame, and hearts elated;
Shemuel sat alone, and waited.

Works of mercy now, as then,
Hide the angel host from men;
Hearts atune to earthly love
Miss the angel notes above;
Deeds, at which the world rejoices,
Quench the sound of angel voices.

So they thought, nor deemed from whence
His celestial recompense.
Shemuel, by the fever bed,
Touched by beckoning hands that led,
Died, and saw the Uncreated;
All his fellows lived, and waited.

From: Bowen, Edward E., Harrow Songs and Other Verses, 1886, Longmans, Green, and Co.: London, pp. 76-77.
(https://archive.org/details/harrowsongsother00bowerich)

Date: 1886

By: Edward Ernest Bowen (1836-1901)

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