Hannington Mumo Poems

I know none else but the one who on the cross died,
The David's son to whom the blind man cried
And was given back his stolen sight;
That so well I know beyond any dubious amend,
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Progress shall be my work and rest
Doing what only gods can do best,
Inking choice lines of preciosity
And ever spicing their superior quality,
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HEAVEN’S FRIEND
In your deeds and in your words,
Whether talking about humans or the adventures of birds;
Discussing politics or the hefty science of trees,
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I never can plumb the depths of your art
Nor fathom the gifts of your fallen heart;
I revere the adept slither of your apt brush
And here pay homage to your pencil's dash.
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Do you the words of the sages recall
That bit and bit make the whole?
Thus I beseech that in your toils this employ;
Learn little by little to do the task
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Uphill is the appointed track
For the anointed scholar
Who his brains continues to wrack;
As his hair keeps growing taller
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Only those that see beyond
The tip of their nose
And break from folly's bond
Shall pass through the fire furnace.
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Thomas Higgins was busy doctor
And spent his evenings with the rector
Who managed a nearby seminary;
He was a man loveably down-to-earth and ordinary.
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Long before the colonialist came
With a club and a Bible to tame,
Came one Nicholas Abercombie,
Upon his chest a cross of fashioned tree
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Where else could Augustus Toplady shelter from spiritual storm,
But only in the Rock of Ages?
And what else could the burden of sin imply,
But woe and death its wages?
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