Matin Bells and Scarlet and Gold By "F. Harald Williams"[i.e. F. W. O. Ward]. First Edition |
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AN EASTER HYMN.
The voice of resurrection thou,
Poised on that purple stair
Which carries stars upon its brow,
Bright angel of the air;
O bathed in beauty and in Heaven
Which thou hast ever trod,
Thy music has a holy leaven
And mingles all with God;
To thee no riddle can be dark,
Sweet tenant of the sky
Which is thy dwelling-place, thou spark
Of true Divinity.
Poised on that purple stair
Which carries stars upon its brow,
Bright angel of the air;
O bathed in beauty and in Heaven
Which thou hast ever trod,
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And mingles all with God;
To thee no riddle can be dark,
Sweet tenant of the sky
Which is thy dwelling-place, thou spark
Of true Divinity.
O lovely voice, O lonely Bird,
Thou drawest us on high
Till every pulse with joy is stirr'd
And Paradise brought nigh;
The chambers of the rolling Space
Are redolent of thee,
As though our common Father's face
Undazzled thou dost see,
And waft the fragrance of His Love
Upon that wondrous wing
In silver spray from founts above,
O thou eternal Spring.
Thou drawest us on high
Till every pulse with joy is stirr'd
And Paradise brought nigh;
The chambers of the rolling Space
Are redolent of thee,
As though our common Father's face
Undazzled thou dost see,
And waft the fragrance of His Love
Upon that wondrous wing
In silver spray from founts above,
O thou eternal Spring.
Thy song disperses each gray doubt
Forbidding hope to fly,
Till hearts of prison broaden out
Into infinity;
And faded faiths that had been dead
In cold misgivings' gloom,
Awaked by thee lift up their head
Again and bud and bloom;
Thou walkest on the waves of sound
And glory is thy dress,
Thy life is light without a bound,
Dear everlastingness.
Forbidding hope to fly,
Till hearts of prison broaden out
Into infinity;
And faded faiths that had been dead
In cold misgivings' gloom,
Awaked by thee lift up their head
Again and bud and bloom;
Thou walkest on the waves of sound
And glory is thy dress,
Thy life is light without a bound,
Dear everlastingness.
Thy message drops as soft as dew
And is immortal youth,
For ever old, for ever new,
For ever one with Truth;
And though thy nest is but a clod
Amid the humble stones,
The breath of the most awful God
Breathes through thy burning tones;
The promise of all worlds to thee
For us in mercy came,
Earth and the better earth to be,
O thou incarnate flame.
And is immortal youth,
For ever old, for ever new,
For ever one with Truth;
And though thy nest is but a clod
Amid the humble stones,
The breath of the most awful God
Breathes through thy burning tones;
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For us in mercy came,
Earth and the better earth to be,
O thou incarnate flame.
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