1843–1914

Introduction

Born: No­vem­ber 4, 1843, Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia.

Died: June 24, 1914, Brook­line, Mas­sa­chu­setts.

Buried: For­est Hills Ce­me­te­ry and Cre­ma­to­ry, Ja­mai­ca Plain, Mas­sa­chu­setts.

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Biography

William was the son of Ri­chard New­ton and Ly­dia Great­or­ex, hus­band of Emi­ly Ste­ven­son Cooke, and ne­phew of hym­nist Will­iam New­ton.

During the Am­eri­can ci­vil war, he served in Lan­dis’ (Penn­syl­van­ia) Bat­te­ry.

After the war, he at­tend­ed the Uni­ver­si­ty of Penn­syl­van­ia (AB 1865, AM 1868, hon­or­ary DD 1890), and the Epis­co­pal Di­vi­ni­ty School in Phi­la­del­phia. He was or­dained an Epis­co­pal dea­con June 19, 1868, and priest Fe­bru­ary 19, 1869.

He served as as­sist­ant rec­tor at the Church of The Epi­pha­ny, Phi­la­del­phia (1866–70); min­is­ter at the Ca­thed­ral Church of St. Paul, Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts (1877–82); pas­tor of St. Ste­phen’s Church, Pitts­field, Mas­sa­chu­setts (1881–1900); chap­lain at the Eng­lish Church in Di­nan, Brit­ta­ny, France (1903–04); and rec­tor at the Church of the As­cen­sion, Wake­field, Rhode Is­land (1905–06).

Works

Poem

Reassurance

Is there a victory then
Over our doubts and our fears?
Is there a passage for men
Out of this valley of tears?
For men who are weary and worn,
Broken, desponding, and sad?
Is there Christ’s smile for earth’s scorn.
Making the sorrowful glad?

Is there a joy for our trust,
A hope and assurance of peace?
Is there a time when our doubts
And temptations forever shall cease?
Is there a morning of light?
A Sabbath of quiet and rest?
When the end of the journey is reached,
And the crown of rejoicing possessed?

Yes! For at last we shall find
The Way, and the Truth, and the Life,
In our Lord, as the end of our search,
In Christ, as the goal of the strife.
Doubt, and temptation, and sin.
And the struggles we wage while we roam;
Will be hushed, in the past, and life’s din
Be forgotten when resting at home.

So there’s a victory then
Over our doubts and our fears;
Faith shall forever give way
To the knowledge which cometh with years
A knowledge of hope changed to sight,
Of trust to fruition made plain;
A life where the will and the power
To love as Christ loveth shall reign.

William Wilberforce Newton
The Voice of St. John and
Other Poems
, 1881

Poem

The Island Life

On an island in the sea of space,
We walk upon the shifting shore;
We hear the ocean’s ceaseless roar,
And see its waves our steps deface.

We hurry on—we soon are gone;
We scan the undiscovered main—
That ocean all unknown—in vain,
While still the tide is hurrying on!

We are but in our school days here,
With faculties all dwarfed and blunted,
Our highest growth of reason stunted,
When midway in its proud career.

A half a century is man’s,
A thousand years is Nature’s time;
Which in this strange, uneven clime
Is needed to complete their plans!

But when immortal we shall rise,
To study from the Master’s hand,
And with the angels understand
What now is hidden from our eyes—

’Twill be an ever growing bliss
To watch the planets on their way,
With suns and systems, and to say:
Far back on earth I knew of this!

The tablets of our memory
Will shine like plates of burnished steel;
What now is lost, they will reveal,
And what we know not, we shall see!

Yes, we on earth can fit the mind
For higher pleasures yet to come—
When through the worlds of space we roam,
And ever-hidden wonders find.

Thus God has said, Let there be light;
And what in earth’s dark caves was made
The sooty carbon, has obeyed
His voice, and is the diamond bright.

Light—light is breaking out, and lo!
The problem now is solved; for death,
That darkened cloud, as with one breath,
Is scattered! And the rest, we know!

Then, courage for the field of strife!
The trumpet’s call to arms we hear,
Arouse! awake! oh, never fear
The conflict and the din of life!

William Wilberforce Newton
The Voice of St. John and
Other Poems
, 1881

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