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A SERMON AT CLEVEDON; GOOD FRIDAY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN

First Line: GO ON! GO ON!
Last Line: THAT COVER HALLAM'S GRAVE.
Subject(s): HALLAM, ARTHUR HENRY (1811-1833);

GO on! Go on!
Don't wait for me!
@3Isaac was Abraham's son@1 --
Yes, certainly --
@3And as they clomb Moriah@1 --
I know! I know!
@3A type of the Messiah@1 --
Just so! just so!
Perfectly right; and then the ram
Caught in the -- @3listening?@1 Why of course I am!
@3Wherefore, my brethren, that was counted@1 -- yes --
@3To Abraham for righteousness@1 --
Exactly, so I said --
At least -- but go a-head!
@3Now mark
The conduct of the Patriarch --
"Behold the wood!"
Isaac exclaimed@1 -- By Jove, an Oxford hood!
"@3But where@1" --
What long straight hair!
"@3Where is the lamb?@1"
You mean -- the ram:
No, no! I beg you pardon!
There's the Churchwarden,
In the Clerk's pew --
Stick tipped with blue --
@3Now Justification@1 --
"By Faith?" I fancy; Aye, the old equation;
Go it, Justice! Go it, Mercy!
Go it, Douglas! Go it, Percy!
I back the winner,
And have a vague conception of the sinner --
Limbs nude,
Horatian attitude,
Nursing his foot in Sublapsarian mood --
More power
To you my friend! you're good for half-an-hour.
Dry bones! dry bones!
But in my ear the long-drawn west wind moans,
Sweet voices seem to murmur from the wave;
And I can sit, and look upon the stones
That cover Hallam's grave.



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