The Silver Jubilee

 To James First Bishop of Shrewsbury on the 
25th Year of his Episcopate July 28. 1876


1

THOUGH no high-hung bells or din
Of braggart bugles cry it in— 
 What is sound? Nature's round
Makes the Silver Jubilee. 

2

Five and twenty years have run
Since sacred fountains to the sun
 Sprang, that but now were shut,
Showering Silver Jubilee. 

3

Feasts, when we shall fall asleep,
Shrewsbury may see others keep;
 None but you this her true,
This her Silver Jubilee. 

4

Not today we need lament
Your wealth of life is some way spent:
 Toil has shed round your head
Silver but for Jubilee. 

5

Then for her whose velvet vales
Should have pealed with welcome, Wales,
 Let the chime of a rhyme
Utter Silver Jubilee.

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