Arthur Penrhyn Stanley

  • The Disciples after the Ascension

    He is gone! beyond the skies,
    A cloud receives him from our eyes:
    Gone beyond the highest height
    Of mortal gaze or angel’s flight:
    Through the veils of time and space,
    Passed into the holiest place:
    All the toil, the sorrow done,
    All the...

  • “Till death us part”

          “TILL death us part,”
          Thus speaks the heart
    When each to each repeats the words of doom;
          For better and for worse,
          Through blessing and through curse,
    We shall be one, till life’s last hour shall come.

          Life with its...