How through the heart will sweep
With hidden spell and strong
Those notes of sadness deep
That swell a mournful song!
Oh, still the charm prolong!
It touches on some tender string
Akin to pain whence pleasures spring.
‘Tis strange that so we love
Each melancholy air!
None in the choir above
In a plaintive voice will share,
All is triumphant there;
The chants on high to joy are sung,
The harps of heaven to rapture strung.
- Bishop Mountain,[1] (First Anglican Bishop of Quebec, 1789-1863)
[1]
Jacob Mountain was a Canadian Anglican bishop,
born at Thwaite Hall, Norfolk, England, in 1750. He died near Quebec, Canada, 16 June, 1825.
His grandfather, who was a great-grandson of the French essayist, Montaigne,
was exiled from France after the revocation of the edict of Nantes.
Mountain was graduated at Cambridge in 1774, became a
fellow in 1779, and, taking holy orders, held several important livings and a
stall in Lincoln cathedral. These he owed to the friendship of William Pitt,
who also procured his appointment in 1793 as the first Protestant bishop of
Quebec. At that time there were only nine clergymen of the Church of England in
Canada, and Quebec had no ecclesiastical edifice, no Episcopal residence, and
no parsonage.
The image at left is of his personal seal (Source:
Heraldic America - pages.infinit.net/cerame/heraldicamerica)
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