 | Poems by Julia C. R. Dorr |  |
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LYRIC
FOR THE DEDICATION OF A MUSIC-HALL
No grand Cathedral's vaulted space
Where, through the “dim, religious light,”
Gleam pictured saint and cross and crown,
We consecrate with song to-night;
Where, through the “dim, religious light,”
Gleam pictured saint and cross and crown,
We consecrate with song to-night;
No stately temple lifting high
Its dome against the starlit skies,
Where lofty arch and glittering spire
Like miracles of beauty rise.
Its dome against the starlit skies,
Where lofty arch and glittering spire
Like miracles of beauty rise.
Yet here beneath this humbler roof
With reverent hearts and lips we come;
Hail, music! Song and Beauty, hail!
Henceforth be these poor walls your home.
With reverent hearts and lips we come;
Hail, music! Song and Beauty, hail!
Henceforth be these poor walls your home.
Here speak to hearts that long have yearned
Your presence and your spells to know;
Here touch the lips athirst to drink
Where your perennial fountains flow.
Your presence and your spells to know;
Here touch the lips athirst to drink
Where your perennial fountains flow.
Here, where our glorious mountain-peaks
Sublimely pierce the ether blue,
Lift ye our souls, and bid them rise
In aspirations grand and true!
Sublimely pierce the ether blue,
Lift ye our souls, and bid them rise
In aspirations grand and true!
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O Music, Art, and Science, hail!
We greet you now with glad acclaims;
Ye bay-crowned ones! the listening air
Waits to re-echo with your names;
We greet you now with glad acclaims;
Ye bay-crowned ones! the listening air
Waits to re-echo with your names;
Waits for your voices ringing clear
Above this weary, work-day world;
Waits till ye bid fair Truth arise,
While Error from her throne is hurled!
Above this weary, work-day world;
Waits till ye bid fair Truth arise,
While Error from her throne is hurled!
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