The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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| LXVIII. |
| LXIX. |
| LXX. |
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| LXXIII. |
| LXXIV. |
| LXXV. |
| LXXVI. | LXXVI. THE TRANSFIGURING TOUCH
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LXXVI. THE TRANSFIGURING TOUCH
When thou dost lay thine hand upon a thing
It gleams for ever, glorified and new,—
For round thee some magnetic robe doth cling
Which from each flower extracts its secret true.
The daisies at the touching of thy wing,
As if fresh-bathed in lavish evening dew,
Dart forth pink sweeter petals;—passing through
The meadows, choirs of birds about thee sing.
It gleams for ever, glorified and new,—
For round thee some magnetic robe doth cling
Which from each flower extracts its secret true.
The daisies at the touching of thy wing,
As if fresh-bathed in lavish evening dew,
Dart forth pink sweeter petals;—passing through
The meadows, choirs of birds about thee sing.
I praise all holy gifts, when thee I praise,—
For all the boons thou grantest me are such.
Treading behind thee, in Christ's heavenlit ways
I tread; I seek thy footpath, wondering much;
All common joys, transfiguring, thou dost raise,
Making them everlasting by thy touch.
For all the boons thou grantest me are such.
Treading behind thee, in Christ's heavenlit ways
I tread; I seek thy footpath, wondering much;
All common joys, transfiguring, thou dost raise,
Making them everlasting by thy touch.
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