 | Poems Old and New by Charles D. Bell |  |
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ONE LOOK.
One look, but only one,
Within the veil where God doth show His face;
Once but to see the radiance of the Throne;
But once, the wonders of that glorious place;
One look, but only one,
Should I not wish the weary race were run?
Within the veil where God doth show His face;
Once but to see the radiance of the Throne;
But once, the wonders of that glorious place;
One look, but only one,
Should I not wish the weary race were run?
Could I but hear one song,
Sung by the angels in harmonious voice,
Floating the heart of heaven all along,
As evermore they worship and rejoice;
Could I but hear one song,
To join that glorious choir should I not long?
Sung by the angels in harmonious voice,
Floating the heart of heaven all along,
As evermore they worship and rejoice;
Could I but hear one song,
To join that glorious choir should I not long?
Could I the loved enfold,
Taking the lost within these arms once more,
To press them to my yearning heart, and hold,
As I have done in happy days of yore;
Could I the loved enfold,
To front grim Death should I not then be bold?
Taking the lost within these arms once more,
To press them to my yearning heart, and hold,
As I have done in happy days of yore;
Could I the loved enfold,
To front grim Death should I not then be bold?
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Then should I, day by day,
Before the golden doors of heaven wait;
Watching for this alone, and this alway,
That God would ope for me the blessèd gate;
Then should I, day by day,
Long like a prisoned bird to flee away.
Before the golden doors of heaven wait;
Watching for this alone, and this alway,
That God would ope for me the blessèd gate;
Then should I, day by day,
Long like a prisoned bird to flee away.
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