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William Tidd Matson

1833–1899

Introduction

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Born: Oc­to­ber 17, 1833, West Hack­ney, Lon­don, Eng­land.

Died: De­cem­ber 23, 1899, Port­sea, Hamp­shire, Eng­land.

Biography

Matson was edu­ca­ted first un­der the Rev. J. M. Gould, and then at St. John’s Col­lege, Cam­bridge. Sub­se­quent­ly, he stu­died un­der Pro­fess­or Nes­bitt at the Ag­ri­cul­tur­al and Che­mi­cal Col­lege, Ken­ning­ton.

In 1853, he un­der­went a great spir­it­ual change. Leav­ing the Church of Eng­land, he first joined the Me­tho­dist New Con­nex­ion body, then the Con­gre­ga­tion­ali­sts.

After theo­lo­gic­al train­ing, he en­tered the min­is­try and held sev­er­al pas­tor­ates, in­clud­ing Ha­vant, Hamp­shire; Gos­port; High­bury; Ports­mouth, and oth­ers. He re­tired in 1897.

Works

Poem

Uncertainty

We are girt about with shadow;
Nothing here is sure;
Sunshine o’er the greenest meadow,
Passing clouds obscure;
Fairest night brings foulest morrow;
Joy is prelude oft to sorrow.

Falsehood dwells in fairest feature;
Lies are glossed with art;
Truth oft weareth roughest nature.
Who can read the heart?
That we see, is only seeming;
That we do, we are but dreaming.

Life and Death are strangely mingled:
Blossoms hide the grave;
Each from each can scarce be singled,
They such likeness have;
Life to Death is ever giving;
Dying seemeth truest living.

When the wind is sweetest blowing,
Plague is in its breath.
Wisest sages have no knowing
Of the lore of Death;
That great ken, the deepest hidden,
Cometh to us oft unbidden.

Yet, are lights of Heaven blending
With the shades of Earth;
Death is evermore ascending
To the gates of Birth;
Faith can peer beneath the curtain;
The uncertain is made certain.

William Tidd Matson
Poems, 1858

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