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 | The Poetical Works of Frances Ridley Havergal |  |
The Awakening.
So it has come to you, dear,
Come so soon!
Come in the sunshine early,
Come in the morning pearly,
Not in the blaze of noon.
Come so soon!
Come in the sunshine early,
Come in the morning pearly,
Not in the blaze of noon.
Yes, it has come to you, dear,
Strange and sweet;
Come ere the merry May-time
Melts to the glowing hay-time,
Hushed in the sultry heat.
Strange and sweet;
Come ere the merry May-time
Melts to the glowing hay-time,
Hushed in the sultry heat.
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Come—with mysterious shadow,
Weird and new,—
Come with a magic lustre
Hung on the shining cluster
Ripening fast for you.
Weird and new,—
Come with a magic lustre
Hung on the shining cluster
Ripening fast for you.
Come! and the exquisite minor,
Rich and deep,
Swells with Æolian blending
Chords of the spirit, ending
Boyhood's enchanted sleep.
Rich and deep,
Swells with Æolian blending
Chords of the spirit, ending
Boyhood's enchanted sleep.
Sleep that is past for ever!
Is it gain?
What does the waking seem like?
Love that is only dream-like
Sings not a truthful strain.
Is it gain?
What does the waking seem like?
Love that is only dream-like
Sings not a truthful strain.
Hearts that have roused and listened
Never more,
(Though they may miss the crossed tones,
Though they may mourn the lost tones,)
Sleep as they slept before.
Never more,
(Though they may miss the crossed tones,
Though they may mourn the lost tones,)
Sleep as they slept before.
Come! and the great transition
Now is past!
Never again the boy-life,
Only the pain—and joy-life,
More of the first than last.
Now is past!
Never again the boy-life,
Only the pain—and joy-life,
More of the first than last.
Come! and they do not guess it,
Why such a change!
Why should the mirth and riot
Tone into manly quiet!
Is it not passing strange?
Why such a change!
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Tone into manly quiet!
Is it not passing strange?
Come! 'Tis a night of wonder
At this call.
Characters cabalistic,
Writings all dim and mystic
Tremble upon the wall.
At this call.
Characters cabalistic,
Writings all dim and mystic
Tremble upon the wall.
Come! am I glad or sorry?
Wait and see!
Wait for God's silent moulding,
Wait for His full unfolding,
Wait for the days to be.
Wait and see!
Wait for God's silent moulding,
Wait for His full unfolding,
Wait for the days to be.
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