Emphasis Preaching Journal
"One feast, of holy days the crest"
Commentary
"One feast, of holy days the crest,
I, though no Churchman, love to keep,
All-Saints, -- the unknown good that rest
In God's good memory folded deep;
The bravely dumb that did their deed,
And scorned to blot it with a name,
Folk of the plain heroic breed,
That loved heaven's silence more than fame."
I, though no Churchman, love to keep,
All-Saints, -- the unknown good that rest
In God's good memory folded deep;
The bravely dumb that did their deed,
And scorned to blot it with a name,
Folk of the plain heroic breed,
That loved heaven's silence more than fame."
