FATHER BOYLE.
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FATHER BOYLE.
Beneath his vestments beat a knightly heart, Constant in quest of good and noble things: He held his warrant from the King of KingsWho bore for us life's inconspicuous partAmong the poor and lowly: his the art That won to fellowship, by words of love, The weak and sinful—lifting them aboveEarth's evil ways,—secure from danger's dart.And now his task is finished.—Nevermore Shall pain's pinched features soften, nor the dim Glazed eye grow brighter, gazing upon him—The friendly intercessor. On his breast— (The wave of life now broken on death's shore)—The sacred symbol lies in flawless rest!
