English poetry -- 19th century
Alone Lord God, in Whom our trust and peace, Our love and our desire, glow bright with hope; Lift us above this transitory scope Of earth, these pleasures that begin and cease, This moon which wanes, these seasons which decrease; We turn to Thee; as on an eastern slope Wheat f...
Alone Lord God, in Whom our trust and peace, Our love and our desire, glow bright with hope; Lift us above this transitory scope Of earth, these pleasures that begin and cease,...
2. Part 2As the dove which found no rest For the sole of her foot, flew back To the ark her only nest And found safety there; Because Noah put forth his hand, Drew her in from ruin and w...
3. Part 3And when he marked me downcast utterly Where foul I sat and faint, Then more than ever Christ-like kindled he; And welcomed me as I had been a saint, Tenderly stooping low to co...
4. Part 4Service and strength, God’s Angels and Archangels; His Seraphs fires, and lamps His Cherubim: Glory to God from highest and from lowest, Glory to God in everlasting hymn From al...
5. Part 5While Paradise accords the chimes Of Earth and Heaven, its patient pause Is rest fulfilling music’s laws. Saints sit and gaze, where oftentimes Precursive flush of morning climb...
6. Part 6The shout of a King is among them. One day may I be Of that perfect communion of lovers contented and free In the land that is very far off, and far off from the sea.
7. Part 7Laughing Life cries at the feast,— Craving Death cries at the door,— “Fish, or fowl, or fatted beast?” “Come with me, thy feast is o’er.”— “Wreathe the violets.”—“Watch them fad...
8. Part 8“A merry heart is a continual feast.” Then take we life and all things in good part: To fast grows festive while we keep at least A merry heart Well pleased with nature and well...