The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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LIKE MORNING, WHEN HER EARLY BREEZE.
Like morning, when her early breeze
Breaks up the surface of the seas,
That, in those furrows, dark with night,
Her hand may sow the seeds of light—
Breaks up the surface of the seas,
That, in those furrows, dark with night,
Her hand may sow the seeds of light—
Thy Grace can send its breathings o'er
The Spirit, dark and lost before,
And, fresh'ning all its depths, prepare
For Truth divine to enter there.
The Spirit, dark and lost before,
And, fresh'ning all its depths, prepare
For Truth divine to enter there.
Till David touch'd his sacred lyre,
In silence lay th' unbreathing wire;
But when he swept its chords along,
Ev'n Angels stoop'd to hear that song.
In silence lay th' unbreathing wire;
But when he swept its chords along,
Ev'n Angels stoop'd to hear that song.
So sleeps the soul, till Thou, oh Lord,
Shalt deign to touch its lifeless chord—
Till, waked by Thee, its breath shall rise
In music, worthy of the skies!
Shalt deign to touch its lifeless chord—
Till, waked by Thee, its breath shall rise
In music, worthy of the skies!
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