To break his strength, yet always to be brave;

To preach, and act, the Crucified ...

Sweep by, O Prince and Prelate, up the nave,

And fill it with your pride!

Better than ye what made th' old temples great,

Because he loved, he understood;

Indignant that his darling, less in state,

Should lack a martyr's blood.

 She hath it now. O mason, strip away Her scaffolding, the flower disclose! Lay by the tools with his o'er-wearied clay— But She shall bloom unto its Judgment Day, His ever-living Rose!  

Her scaffolding, the flower disclose!

Lay by the tools with his o'er-wearied clay—

But She shall bloom unto its Judgment Day,

His ever-living Rose!

III

C. W. S.

The Fourth Bishop of Truro May 1912

 Prince of courtesy defeated, Heir of hope untimely cheated, Throned awhile he sat, and, seated, Saw his Cornish round him gather; "Teach us how to live, good Father!" How to die he taught us rather:   Heard the startling trumpet sound him, Smiled upon the feast around him, Rose, and wrapp'd his coat, and bound him When beyond the awful surges, Bathed in dawn on Syrian verges, God! thy star, thy Cross emerges. 

Prince of courtesy defeated,

Heir of hope untimely cheated,

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