The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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AWAKE, ARISE, THY LIGHT IS COME. |
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AWAKE, ARISE, THY LIGHT IS COME.
The nations, that before outshone thee,
Now at thy feet lie dark and dumb—
The glory of the Lord is on thee!
From ev'ry nook of earth shall cluster;
And kings and princes haste to pay
Their homage to thy rising lustre.
O'er foreign fields, o'er farthest waters,
Thy exiled sons return to thee,
To thee return thy home-sick daughters.
Shall lay their treasures down before thee;
And Saba bring her gold and scents,
To fill thy air, and sparkle o'er thee.
Are gathering from all earth's dominions,
Like doves, long absent, when allow'd
Homeward to shoot their trembling pinions.
The ships of Tarshish round will hover,
To bring thy sons across the sea,
And waft their gold and silver over.
The fir, the pine, the palm victorious
Shall beautify our Holy Place,
And make the ground I tread on glorious.
Nor ruin waste thy cheerless nation;
But thou shalt call thy portals, Praise,
And thou shalt name thy walls, Salvation.
Nor moon shall lend her lustre to thee;
But God, Himself, shall be thy Light,
And flash eternal glory through thee.
A ray, from heav'n itself descended,
Shall light thy everlasting crown—
Thy days of mourning all are ended.
The Branch, for ever green and vernal,
Which I have planted with this hand—
Live thou shalt in Life Eternal.
“Lift up thine eyes round about and see; all they gather themselves together, they come to thee: thy sons shall come from afar, and thy daughters shall be nursed at thy side.” —Isaiah, lx.
“The multitude of camels shall cover thee; the dromedaries of Midian and Ephah; all they from Sheba shall come; they shall bring gold and incense.” —Ib.
“Surely the isles shall wait for me, and the ships of Tarshish first, to bring thy sons from far, their silver and their gold with them.” —Ib.
“The glory of Lebanon shall come unto thee; the fir-tree, the pine-tree, and the box together, to beautify the place of my sanctuary, and I will make the place of my feet glorious.” —Isaiah, lx.
“Violence shall no more be heard in thy land, wasting nor destruction within thy borders; but thou shalt call thy walls, Salvation, and thy gates, Praise.” —Ib.
“Thy sun shall be no more thy light by day; neither for brightness shall the moon give light unto thee: but the Lord shall be unto thee an everlasting light, and thy God thy glory.” —Ib.
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