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 | The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere |  |
XXII. STELLA MATUTINA.
Shine out, O Star, and sing the praise
Of that unrisen Sun whose glow
Thus feeds thee with thine earlier rays:
The secret of thy song we know.
Of that unrisen Sun whose glow
Thus feeds thee with thine earlier rays:
The secret of thy song we know.
Thou sing'st that Sun of Righteousness,
Sole light of this benighted globe
Whose beams, from Him reflected, dress
His Mother in her shining robe!
Sole light of this benighted globe
Whose beams, from Him reflected, dress
His Mother in her shining robe!
Pale Lily, pearled around with dew,
Lift high that heaven-illumined vase
And sing the glories ever new
Of her, God's chalice, ‘full of grace.’
Lift high that heaven-illumined vase
And sing the glories ever new
Of her, God's chalice, ‘full of grace.’
Cerulean Ocean fringed with white
That wear'st her colours evermore
In all thy pureness, all thy might,
Resound her name from shore to shore,
That wear'st her colours evermore
In all thy pureness, all thy might,
Resound her name from shore to shore,
Her name, and His, that, like thy rim
Of light the dusky lands around,
Still girds Creation's shadow dim
With Incarnation's shining bound.
Of light the dusky lands around,
Still girds Creation's shadow dim
With Incarnation's shining bound.
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Transfigured Earth, disguised too long,
It falls—that Pagan mask of Sense!
Burst forth, dumb worlds, at last in song
Of spiritual Intelligence!
It falls—that Pagan mask of Sense!
Burst forth, dumb worlds, at last in song
Of spiritual Intelligence!
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