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The Sacred Minstrel.
ISAIAH XXX.
Bring us a song as in the night
When high solemnity is kept;
Make, with thy art, our eyes grow bright,
That late in depth of sorrow wept;—
And lift our hearts, like his, who goes,
With lyre, to God's own mount of bliss,
That we who mourn'd o'er unnamed woes,
May name with joy an hour like this!
When high solemnity is kept;
Make, with thy art, our eyes grow bright,
That late in depth of sorrow wept;—
And lift our hearts, like his, who goes,
With lyre, to God's own mount of bliss,
That we who mourn'd o'er unnamed woes,
May name with joy an hour like this!
Oh, well we know that thou hast strains,
To hush the griefs in human breast;
Thy virtues still have brought thee gains,
That lift thy songs above the rest;
The fire that lights thy burning eye,
Was caught in visions of the night,
When seraphs, speeding through the sky,
Inspire thy song, and bless thy sight.
To hush the griefs in human breast;
Thy virtues still have brought thee gains,
That lift thy songs above the rest;
The fire that lights thy burning eye,
Was caught in visions of the night,
When seraphs, speeding through the sky,
Inspire thy song, and bless thy sight.
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Love thou wilt lesson, 'till it glows
With something so akin to heaven,
That still, rejoicing o'er its woes,
Twill bless that all has not been given;—
That, by denial haply spell'd,
The passions sleep that might forget;
And, taught by what is still withheld,
Give thanks for every other debt.
With something so akin to heaven,
That still, rejoicing o'er its woes,
Twill bless that all has not been given;—
That, by denial haply spell'd,
The passions sleep that might forget;
And, taught by what is still withheld,
Give thanks for every other debt.
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