Life and letters of Thomas Hodgkin / by Louise Creighton.

  • Thomas Hodgkin
Date:
1917
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Credit: Life and letters of Thomas Hodgkin / by Louise Creighton. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    to us, and may our simple trust lead to lives, we dare not say like his life, but to lives of obedience to the God who loves us and wants our best energies and our best service, and, most of all, our deepest heart’s love, as He had the deepest heart’s love of the one who has gone before, who is calling us one day to meet him in glory. One who was there wrote : I had never before realised how true the words could be, ‘ Oh death, where is thy sting, oh grave, where is thy victory ? ’ The sense of personal loss was swallowed up in one of triumphant possession. . . . Instead of a day of sorrow, you had made it one of inspiration. Thomas Hodgkin’s brother-in-law and lifelong friend, Edward Fry, one who felt that in losing him he had lost the ordinary background of his thoughts, so often did he refer to him in mind, wrote the following lines in memory of him : As towards some low horizon of the West Begirt with clouds, and nebulous with mist Sink the pale stars, and fade, and die away So gently, that the eye can scarce discern The moment of their setting. So, too, die We old men often. Yet not such thy lot, My brother and my comrade. But as when Over an alpine valley cliff begirt Shines near the zenith in the clear cold air The star of midnight, which then, quick as thought, Falls behind some high crag, or beetling rock, And so, dies in its glory: such in sooth Seemed thy fair setting to our sorrowing eyes. v