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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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XX. A DREAM IN SPRING.

One morn in Spring
I did me fling
Beneath our churchyard yew;
Then sleep it stole
Across my soul,
Soft as the silver dew.
The graves amid,
Far down deep hid,
Methought one dead I lay;
Waiting all still,
For good or ill,
The Resurrection-day.
It seem'd as though,
Through weal, through woe,
Thus I apart had lain,
For years untold,
In heat, in cold,
In drought and drizzling rain.
But now the sun had fill'd the air
With summer warmth and glee;
And like the soft breath of a prayer
Was that warm sun to me.
The buds had burst their winter shroud,
The lark was in the skies;
High up I heard him singing aloud,
And long'd with him to rise.
‘Ah, why,’ thought I,
‘Must I thus lie,
While in the Springtide gay,
Waking from sleep,
These earthlings keep
Their Resurrection-day?
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‘Oh, when at last
Shall the trumpet-blast
Be peal'd o'er earth and sea?
By Prophets old
Long since foretold,
Sole hope of life to me!’
Then smote mine ear,
From some grave near,
Low whispering on the air,
‘That time is known
In Heaven alone,
Nor to the Angels there.
‘Suffice for thee
That hour shall be,
Then keep thee to thy rest,
Thrice happy if the lot be thine,
Waking at last, by grace divine
To waken with the blest.’
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