Hymns and Poems Original and Translated: By Edward Caswall ... Second Edition |
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XXVIII. TO THE HOURS.
Ye solemn Hours,
That swift and stealthily,
Laden with stores untold,
From past eternity to future glide!
That swift and stealthily,
Laden with stores untold,
From past eternity to future glide!
Methinks at night
I see your phantom-forms,
Down the dim vault of time
Trailing in silent majesty along.
I see your phantom-forms,
Down the dim vault of time
Trailing in silent majesty along.
Then to my mind,
As amid leafless boughs
The bleak wind whistles shrill,
Throng buried hopes,—throngs the sad waste of years;
As amid leafless boughs
The bleak wind whistles shrill,
Throng buried hopes,—throngs the sad waste of years;
Till half I wish
I might my days recall;
And tracing back my course,
Find me some new and better path to Heaven
I might my days recall;
And tracing back my course,
Find me some new and better path to Heaven
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