Matin Bells and Scarlet and Gold By "F. Harald Williams"[i.e. F. W. O. Ward]. First Edition |
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AT TIMES.
At times,
The morning and the noon
And in the magic of the moon,
Sweet thoughts from far like old remembered chimes
Return to me, and all my spirit flowers
Into the bliss of unforgotten bowers;
I hear
The mystic murmur of the song
Which sends the rolling world along,
In ectasy of dumb delicious fear;
And as the great walls rock and sunder,
I learn the secret of the thunder.
The morning and the noon
And in the magic of the moon,
Sweet thoughts from far like old remembered chimes
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Into the bliss of unforgotten bowers;
I hear
The mystic murmur of the song
Which sends the rolling world along,
In ectasy of dumb delicious fear;
And as the great walls rock and sunder,
I learn the secret of the thunder.
I see
Through this dull prison clay
Which clouds and bars the better way,
And as the will awakes the life is free;
For at the flutter of my captive pinions,
Space opens wide to me its grand dominions.
And when
In drowsy moods of pleasant dream
I see the distant porches gleam,
It is the visit of my native ken;
I feel my wings that would be flying
From earth's brute discord and denying.
Through this dull prison clay
Which clouds and bars the better way,
And as the will awakes the life is free;
For at the flutter of my captive pinions,
Space opens wide to me its grand dominions.
And when
In drowsy moods of pleasant dream
I see the distant porches gleam,
It is the visit of my native ken;
I feel my wings that would be flying
From earth's brute discord and denying.
O yes,
I whisper in thine ear,
True friend, and not without a tear,
Even I have seen God's naked loveliness;
And He, when I with doubts am ridden,
Hath shown to me the fane forbidden.
His love
Doth wrap me most divinely round
And tuck me in with tender sound,
And clothe me warmly as a bloom's white glove.
It is as near as red to roses,
And on my heart like dew reposes.
I whisper in thine ear,
True friend, and not without a tear,
Even I have seen God's naked loveliness;
And He, when I with doubts am ridden,
Hath shown to me the fane forbidden.
His love
Doth wrap me most divinely round
And tuck me in with tender sound,
And clothe me warmly as a bloom's white glove.
It is as near as red to roses,
And on my heart like dew reposes.
When ill
Of wrong or danger falls,
And siren music to me calls,
He is the same and cometh closer still;
Betwixt me and the dear temptation,
He sets His richer revelation.
He spares
No joy by which the spirit lives,
And like a gentlest Mother gives
To me the Bosom which He freely bares.
And, drawing from those blessed fountains,
I stand with Him on virgin mountains.
Of wrong or danger falls,
And siren music to me calls,
He is the same and cometh closer still;
Betwixt me and the dear temptation,
He sets His richer revelation.
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No joy by which the spirit lives,
And like a gentlest Mother gives
To me the Bosom which He freely bares.
And, drawing from those blessed fountains,
I stand with Him on virgin mountains.
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