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Hymns and Poems

Original and Translated: By Edward Caswall ... Second Edition
Caswall, Edward (1814-1878)

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DRAMATIC PIECES. ODES. POEMS
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DRAMA ANGELICUM:
  
PRELUDE.
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THE MASQUE.
 I. 
SCENE I.
 II. 
SCENE II.
 III. 
SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
  
MARY'S SONG.
  
SONG OF THE HERMITS OF MOUNT CARMEL.
  
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THE MINSTER OF ELD.
  
PROLOGUE.
 I. 
SCENE I.
 II. 
SCENE II.
 III. 
SCENE III.
  
EPILOGUE.
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ODES.
 I. 
I. TO THE POWERS OF THE UNIVERSE.
 II. 
II. TO THE SKY.
 III. 
III. TO THE EARTH.
 IV. 
IV. TO THE HEAT AND COLD.
 V. 
V. TO THE DEW AND RAIN.
 VI. 
VI. TO THE SEASONS.
 VII. 
VII. TO THE FLOWERS.
 VIII. 
VIII. TO THE WINDS.
 IX. 
IX. TO A SPRING.
 X. 
X. A VISION OF ANIMALS.
 XI. 
XI. A VISION OF WATERS.
 XII. 
XII. THE PAST.
 XIII. 
XIII. THE SOUL.
 XIV. 
XIV. THE ANGELS.
 XV. 
XV. AJALON.
 XVI. 
XVI. THE WORLD.
 XVII. 
XVII. THE SANCTUARY OF THE CHURCH.
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POEMS.
 I. 
I. THE EASTER SHIP, A LEGEND.
 II. 
II. ST. KENELM'S WELL.
 III. 
III. ON HEARING THE NIGHTINGALE SING IN THE DAY-TIME.
 IV. 
IV. EVENING.
 V. 
V. SPRING.
 VI. 
VI. AUTUMN.
 VII. 
VII. ASSOCIATIONS WITH PLACES.
 VIII. 
VIII. ON AN ANCIENT STONE-QUARRY.
 IX. 
IX. NATURE'S MYSTERIES.
 X. 
X. A DREAM OF CHILDHOOD.
 XI. 
XI. ON PASSING BY A FORMER HOME ON A RAILWAY.
 XII. 
XII. SUMMER'S DEPARTURE.
 XIII. 
XIII. ON A SELFISH RETIREMENT.
 XIV. 
XIV. TO ONE COMPLAINING OF LIFE'S MONOTONY.
 XV. 
XV. A VILLAGE INCIDENT.
 XVI. 
XVI. THE UNSHED TEAR.
 XVII. 
XVII. WATER.
 XVIII. 
XVIII. TO ECHO.
 XIX. 
XIX. A SICK PERSON'S COMPLAINT.
 XX. 
XX. A DREAM IN SPRING.
 XXI. 
XXI. THE SOUL. A COMPARISON.
 XXII. 
XXII. TO THE PLUMES ON A HEARSE.
 XXIII. 
XXIII. HOPE AND MEMORY.
 XXIV. 
XXIV. ON VISITING THE ROOM WHERE I WAS BORN.
 XXV. 
XXV. LESSON FROM A CLOUD.
 XXVI. 
XXVI. THE SEASIDE.
 XXVII. 
XXVII. ON SEEING SNOW UPON GOOD FRIDAY.
 XXVIII. 
XXVIII. TO THE HOURS.
 XXIX. 
XXIX. LINES WRITTEN ON LEAVING OXFORD.
 XXX. 
XXX. ON WEEPING WHILE ASLEEP.
 XXXI. 
XXXI. LINES WRITTEN IN MOMENTARY DISGUST WITH METAPHYSICS.
 XXXII. 
XXXII. THE TEMPLE OF THE HOLY GOSPELS.
 XXXIII. 
XXXIII. THE SOUL'S ABYSS.
 XXXIV. 
XXXIV. BELIEF OF ANGLICANS IN THE REAL PRESENCE TESTED.
 XXXV. 
XXXV. A REMONSTRANCE.
 XXXVI. 
XXVI. THE ROCK OF PETER.
 XXXVII. 
XXXVII. ST. CLEMENT'S TOMB.
 XXXVIII. 
XXXVIII. THE TEMPLE OF NATURE.
 XXXIX. 
XXXIX. NATURE'S ORATORIES.
 XL. 
XL. THE CATHOLIC CHURCH THE BOND OF THE WORLD.
 XLI. 
XLI. FLOWERS IN THE SACRISTY.
 XLII. 
XLII. FLOWERS ON THE ALTAR OF THE BLESSED SACRAMENT.
 XLIII. 
XLIII. ON THE USE OF ARTIFICIAL FLOWERS FOR THE ALTAR.
 XLIV. 
XLIV. LINES ON A CEREMONIAL SANDAL OF HIS HOLINESS.
 XLV. 
XLV. LINES ON A CEREMONIAL CAPELLA OF HIS HOLINESS.
 XLVI. 
XLVI. A SOUL'S LAMENT IN PURGATORY.
 XLVII. 
XLVII. THE GRACIOUSNESS OF PURGATORY.
 XLVIIII. 
XLVIII. IN GOD'S SIGHT.
 XLIX. 
XLIX. FAITH.
 L. 
L. THE TWO MOTHERS.
 LI. 
LI. LOVE.
 LII. 
LII. CHASTISEMENT.
 LIII. 
LIII. SUNDAY.
 LIV. 
LIV. THE ORDER OF PURE INTUITION.
 LV. 
LV. THE CAPTIVE LINNET.
 LVI. 
LVI. CATHOLIC RUINS.
 LVII. 
LVII. ENGLAND'S FUTURE CONVERSION.
 LVIII. 
LVIII. TO THE HAND OF A LIVING CATHOLIC AUTHOR.
 LIX. 
LIX. ST. PHILIP NERI AND THE ROMAN NOBLE.
 LX. 
LX. A PROPHECY.

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X. A DREAM OF CHILDHOOD.

I had a dream when I was young,—
It was a mystery to me,
And ever to my heart has clung
Its most enchanting memory.
I stood a little lake beside,
With roses fringed, as silver bright;
Above me Angels seem'd to glide,
All in a strangely liquid light.
When suddenly there thrill'd me through
A sound more sweet than I can name,
Unheard before, but well I knew
That from those angel forms it came.
They caught me up, they bore me high,
Softly their wings enwrapp'd me o'er;
Strange things they show'd me in the sky,—
Things I had never guess'd before.
Then first I saw how little earth
Can with eternal worlds compare;
Then first I felt my higher birth
Than beasts on land or birds in air.
O joy of joys! I seem'd to fly;
I seem'd at Heav'n's own gate to be;
The Seraphs chanting through the sky
Amidst their songs enseraph'd me.
I woke;—the bells were chiming clear,
Waking I strove to dream again;
But then, and since from year to year,
I've sought for that sweet dream in vain.
O sunny hours of life's young light!
O season blest of man's brief day!
When in the dreams of morning bright
Angels can steal the soul away!
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Would that again by grace divine
My soul were fit such things to see!
Gladly for this would I resign
All that the world has brought to me.
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