 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
One called, and I beheld in looking up,
Of divine stature, Britains Foster-Muse!
With eyes of living light, as stars of God.
The same was she I saw, which erst me taught,
Mongst Colin's crew, to sound a tuneful reed,
On Alban's hills, amongst my herding feres.
Her blissful Voice, anew me bade to rise,
And follow forth.
Of divine stature, Britains Foster-Muse!
With eyes of living light, as stars of God.
The same was she I saw, which erst me taught,
Mongst Colin's crew, to sound a tuneful reed,
On Alban's hills, amongst my herding feres.
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And follow forth.
O'er uplands wide, o'er hills'
Uneven ranks, Her divine footsteps led.
Nor tarried She, nor once looked back, nor spake.
Last almost spent my spirits, in só long course;
When Sun gan, stooping low, withdraw His light;
And shepherd's star shine out with silver crest;
Her divine Presence faded from my seeing.
Uneven ranks, Her divine footsteps led.
Nor tarried She, nor once looked back, nor spake.
Last almost spent my spirits, in só long course;
When Sun gan, stooping low, withdraw His light;
And shepherd's star shine out with silver crest;
Her divine Presence faded from my seeing.
Approached the Sacred Hórror of Cóvert Night,
Without Beginning. In swift-wheeled cloud-chariot;
Standing erect, stern, veiled, that Mighty Goddess;
Drawn of swift-rushing steeds, that snort forth smoke:
Returneth now from Round Steep of Sea and Earth.
Which daily race She hath, to overtake
And whelm, Suns ebbing Tide, bestowed on us;
Of golden Light. She all-shadowing now o'er-rides:
Leaving behind Her, shrouded, cold, Earths dust;
Which nourisheth us.
Without Beginning. In swift-wheeled cloud-chariot;
Standing erect, stern, veiled, that Mighty Goddess;
Drawn of swift-rushing steeds, that snort forth smoke:
Returneth now from Round Steep of Sea and Earth.
Which daily race She hath, to overtake
And whelm, Suns ebbing Tide, bestowed on us;
Of golden Light. She all-shadowing now o'er-rides:
Leaving behind Her, shrouded, cold, Earths dust;
Which nourisheth us.
Waxed soon then the World dark:
Save that the Hand, which framed all things, hath set;
To shine eternally, in high ascending ranks;
Wheeling above in Heavens stupendous Bent:
Stars' infinite Watch, HIS Witness to all wights.
Had led mine Islands Muse me tó Worlds brinks;
That might likewise receive, recovered health;
My soul new strength.
Save that the Hand, which framed all things, hath set;
To shine eternally, in high ascending ranks;
Wheeling above in Heavens stupendous Bent:
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Had led mine Islands Muse me tó Worlds brinks;
That might likewise receive, recovered health;
My soul new strength.
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |