MY BISHOP.
My Bishop! Ah, how strange it seems,
His new won dignity,
When I recall him as the babe
I rocked upon my knee:
And then the prattling toddler
With the imperious will,
Whose cheeks would flame with scarlet,
Whose feet were rarely still.
Ah me 1 the many tumbles
His fat legs gave him then;
To-day he walks sedately
Among his fellow-men—
My Bishop.
His new won dignity,
When I recall him as the babe
I rocked upon my knee:
And then the prattling toddler
With the imperious will,
Whose cheeks would flame with scarlet,
Whose feet were rarely still.
Ah me 1 the many tumbles
His fat legs gave him then;
To-day he walks sedately
Among his fellow-men—
My Bishop.
Again I see a vision
Of a bright, sturdy boy,
A youngster live and agile,
Brimful of life's sweet joy;
So eager for the knowledge
The coming years would bring,
Of a bright, sturdy boy,
A youngster live and agile,
Brimful of life's sweet joy;
So eager for the knowledge
The coming years would bring,
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