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 | The forest minstrel |  |
Now came a strain of music, like a breeze
Bearing me upward with its ravishment
Through the ethereal ocean, till at length
I rose above this cloudy atmosphere,
To the celestial radiance of God's day;
And this great world rolled from beneath my feet,
With mighty rushing sound of melody
Along its shining path; apparent now
Its sound and motion, as with majesty
It marched along. In rapturous amaze
I looked upon the shining hosts of worlds,
The infinitely vast and beautiful
Creations of Jehovah. Every where
Wheeled the bright orbs, each floating in its own
Peculiar atmosphere of streaming light,
And uttering unto God a glorious voice.
Bearing me upward with its ravishment
Through the ethereal ocean, till at length
I rose above this cloudy atmosphere,
To the celestial radiance of God's day;
And this great world rolled from beneath my feet,
With mighty rushing sound of melody
Along its shining path; apparent now
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It marched along. In rapturous amaze
I looked upon the shining hosts of worlds,
The infinitely vast and beautiful
Creations of Jehovah. Every where
Wheeled the bright orbs, each floating in its own
Peculiar atmosphere of streaming light,
And uttering unto God a glorious voice.
| The forest minstrel | |