Sacred Poems By the Late Right Hon. Sir Robert Grant |
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PART OF PSALM LXXXIV. |
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XII. PART OF PSALM LXXXIV.
IMITATED.
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How deep the joy, Almighty Lord,Thy altars to the heart afford!
With envying eyes I see
The swallow fly to nestle there,
And find within the house of prayer
A bliss denied to me!
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Compelled by day to roam for foodWhere scorching suns or tempests rude
Their angry influence fling,
O, gladly in that sheltered nest
She smooths, at eve, her ruffled breast,
And folds her weary wing.
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Thrice happy wand'rer! fain would I,Like thee, from ruder climates fly,
That seat of rest to share;
Opprest with tumult, sick with wrongs,
How oft my fainting spirit longs
To lay its sorrows there!
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Oh! ever on that holy groundThe cov'ring cherub Peace is found,
With brooding wings serene;
And Charity's seraphic glow,
And gleams of glory that foreshow
A higher, brighter scene.
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For even that refuge but bestowsA transient tho' a sweet repose,
For one short hour allow'd;—
Then, upwards we shall take our flight
To hail a spring without a blight,
A heaven without a cloud!
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