Hymns and Poems Original and Translated: By Edward Caswall ... Second Edition |
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XXIV. ON VISITING THE ROOM WHERE I WAS BORN.
Oh, for an hour of quiet thought,
On this fair summer morn!
When I behold what long I've sought,
The room where I was born.
On this fair summer morn!
When I behold what long I've sought,
The room where I was born.
And is it true, and can it be,
That at no distant day,
In this same room which now I see,
A newborn babe I lay?
That at no distant day,
In this same room which now I see,
A newborn babe I lay?
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And here, mysterious soul of mine,
Did thy young life begin,
Cast breathless by decree divine
Into a world of sin?
Did thy young life begin,
Cast breathless by decree divine
Into a world of sin?
Mortality's immortal dawn!
O truth sublimely strange!
The more revolved, the more withdrawn
Beyond my reason's range!
O truth sublimely strange!
The more revolved, the more withdrawn
Beyond my reason's range!
Thou, Lord, alone, who didst create,
Canst tell, and none but Thee,
The marvels of my present state,
Of what I yet shall be.
Canst tell, and none but Thee,
The marvels of my present state,
Of what I yet shall be.
I see the laurell'd garden gay,
Whose flower-inwoven maze
Greeted so oft at peep of day
My youthful mother's gaze.
Whose flower-inwoven maze
Greeted so oft at peep of day
My youthful mother's gaze.
I see the lattice, whence the light
First smote my quivering eye,
And flooding o'er me came the sight
Of earth and azure sky;
First smote my quivering eye,
And flooding o'er me came the sight
Of earth and azure sky;
When frighted at the world so new,
Wailing I hid my head;
And to my mother's bosom drew,
And there was comforted.
Wailing I hid my head;
And to my mother's bosom drew,
And there was comforted.
O, mix'd vicissitudes of life!
O, many mingled scene,
Through which since then, in peace or strife,
My being's course has been!
O, many mingled scene,
Through which since then, in peace or strife,
My being's course has been!
Thoughts incommunicably strange
Contract my aching brow,
As musing on from change to change
I trace my life till now.
Contract my aching brow,
As musing on from change to change
I trace my life till now.
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Jesu, all praise! Alas, in ways
Of darkness I have trod!
Yet still at least my early days
Were sanctified to God;
Of darkness I have trod!
Yet still at least my early days
Were sanctified to God;
When at Thy Font of life divine
Thine arms enfolded me,
By nature born a child of sin,
By grace new born to Thee.
Thine arms enfolded me,
By nature born a child of sin,
By grace new born to Thee.
Since then I've sinn'd, since then I've stray'd,
Till all but lost I seem;
Yet still to Thee be glory paid,
Who solely canst redeem!
Till all but lost I seem;
Yet still to Thee be glory paid,
Who solely canst redeem!
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