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Wednesday, November 26, 2025

A Visit to Cowper’s Grave

Resting Wednesday is suspended for this tribute.

“A Visit to Cowper’s Grave” is a poem by an unknown author. This author began stanzas 2-6 with lines from William Cowper’s (1731-1800) hymns (“Far from the World,” “There Is a Fountain,” “When Darkness Long Has Veiled My Mind,” “O For a Closer Walk,” and “God Moves in a Mysterious Way”), and wove words from those hymns into these stanzas. A very interesting tribute.

1. I went alone. ’Twas summer time;
And, standing there before the shrine
Of that illustrious bard,
I read his own familiar name,
And thought of his extensive fame,
And felt devotion’s sacred flame,
Which we do well to guard.

2. “Far from the world, O Lord, I flee.”
How sweet the words appeared to me,
Like voices in a dream!
“The calm retreat, the silent shade”
Describe the spot where he was laid,
And where surviving friendships paid
Their tribute of esteem.

3. “There is a fountain.” As I stood
I thought I saw the crimson “flood,”
And some beneath the wave;
I thought the stream still rolled along,
And that I saw the ransomed throng,
And that I heard the “nobler song”
Of Jesus’ “power to save.”

4. “When darkness long has veiled my mind,”
And from these words I felt inclined
In sympathy to weep;
But “smiling day” has dawned at last,
And all his sorrows now are past;
No tempter now, no midnight blast,
To spoil the poet’s sleep.

5. “O for a closer”—even so,
For we who journey here below
Have lived too far from God.
Oh, for that holy life I said,
Which Enoch, Noah, Cowper led!
Oh, for that “purer light” to shed
Its brightness on “the road”!

6. “God moves in a mysterious way;”
But now the poet seemed to say,
No mysteries remain.
On earth I was a sufferer,
In Heav’n I am a conqueror;
“God is his own interpreter,”
And “he has made it plain.”

Friday, June 30, 2017

Give Me the Roses Now

Following are three stanzas of the song we Sacred Harp singers know as Odem. The words in The Original Sacred Harp were arranged by T. J. Denson for his song. Warren Steel dates the words -- written by James Rowe -- to 1915. I found the three stanzas below in "Give Me the Roses Now" -- tune by R. H. Cornelius, copyrighted in 1925. It is No. 104, a 6/4 time song, a duet of soprano and alto in G in Good Songs: Songs for Radio, Television and General Use (Dwight Brock, Editor, Stamps-Baxter Music & Printing Company, Dallas, TX, 1960). An arrangement of the melody can be found here. Hymn Time (as of today) lists 2658 texts written by Rowe!

1. Wonderful things of folks are said,
When they have passed away;
Roses adorn the narrow bed,
Over the sleeping clay.

2. Praises are heard not by the dead,
Roses they cannot see;
Let us not wait till souls have fled,
Generous friends to be.

3. Faults are forgiven when folks lie
Cold in the narrow bed;
Let us forgive them ere they die:
Now should the words be said.

Chorus: Give me the roses while I live,
Trying to cheer me on;
Useless the flowers that you give
After the soul is gone.

Good thoughts!

The following song by Jimmy Martin seems to be an arrangement of Cornelius's tune (I can't really tell).