The Burden of the Bell, and Other Lyrics

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Edward Lumley, 1850 - 217 oldal
 

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83. oldal - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace...
97. oldal - That blended with the seraph's rushing strain, Even as a fountain's music with the roll Of the reverberate thunder. Loving smiles Lit up the beauty of each angel's face At that new utterance. Smiles of joy that grew More joyous yet, as ever and anon Was heard the simple burden of the hymn,
96. oldal - A LITTLE child, A little meek-faced, quiet village child, Sat singing by her cottage door at eve, A low, sweet Sabbath song. No human ear Caught the faint melody — no human eye Beheld the upturned aspect, or the smile, That wreathed her innocent lips the while they breathed The oft-repeated burden of the hymn, " Praise God ! praise God ! " A seraph by the throne In the full glory stood.
97. oldal - Till, trembling from excess of awe and love, Each sceptred spirit sank before the Throne, With a mute hallelujah. But, even then, While the ecstatic song was at its height, Stole in an alien voice — a voice that seemed To float — float upward from some world afar — A meek and child-like voice, faint, but how sweet ! That blended with the seraph's rushing strain, Even as a fountain's music with the roll Of the reverberate thunder.
97. oldal - Praise God ! Praise God !" And when the seraph's song Had reached its close, and o'er the golden lyre Silence hung brooding, — when the eternal courts...
96. oldal - and the eternal courts Thrilled with the rapture, and the hierarchies, Angel, and rapt archangel, throbbed and burned With vehement adoration. Higher yet Rose the majestic anthem, without pause, Higher, with rich magnificence of sound, To its full strength; and still the infinite heavens Rang with the
56. oldal - Freshened leaf and straightened stem ; Sunshine oft doth give again Bloom, the bitter storm hath ta'en ; And this human love of ours, By the world's poor faded flowers, May be found as dear a boon As God's blessed rain and sun, To restore their native hue, And their native fragrance too. Love her still ! Gather round her, weep and pray— Clasp her, lead her from the way She doth...
96. oldal - Beheld the upturned aspect, or the smile, That wreathed her innocent lips the while they breathed The oft-repeated burden of the hymn, " Praise God ! praise God ! " A seraph by the throne In the full glory stood. With eager hand He smote the golden harp-strings, till a flood Of harmony on the celestial air Welled forth, unceasing. Then with a great voice He sang the " Holy, Holy, evermore, Lord God Almighty...
55. oldal - LOVE HER STILL. LOVE her still ! She hath fallen very low, Thou, who knew'st her long ago, Little, little canst thou see Of her girlhood's purity ; But, though sin hath left its trace On her once sweet happy face, And that innocent maiden brow Droopeth in dark shadow now — Though life's glory all hath fled, And life's shame is hers instead, Love her still ! Love her ! — let no harsh cold word, Man, from lips of thine be heard : Woman, with no lifted eye Mock thou her deep misery — Weep ye —...
96. oldal - Beheld the upturn'd aspect, or the smile That wreathed her innocent lips the while they breathed The oft-repeated burden of the hymn, " Praise God! praise God !" A seraph by the Throne, In the full glory, stood. With eager hand He smote the golden harpstrings, till a flood Of harmony on the celestial air Wcll'd forth, unceasing. Then with a great voice, He sang the " Holy, Holy, evermore, Lord God Almighty...

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