 | The poetical works of Henry Alford |  |
My dream was done. But as I woke, clear sounds
As of celestial music were around me;
And spite of that last scene of death and woe,
My spirit was all-joyous; and the day
Throughout, some voice was sounding in my ear,
“He is not here, but risen!”
As of celestial music were around me;
And spite of that last scene of death and woe,
My spirit was all-joyous; and the day
Throughout, some voice was sounding in my ear,
“He is not here, but risen!”
My dream was, Life!
| The poetical works of Henry Alford | |