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A SPOT IN THE SUN. |
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A SPOT IN THE SUN.
The four walls of God's banquet-chamber bright,
Built of a myriad ranks of wide-spread wings,
Glowing as with the glory of full-pulsed springs,
When smitten with the sunbeam of His sight,
And overhead, the silent roofless height,
Rang now with sevenfold shawms and trumpetings,
For that high seven of heavy-sworded kings,
Who bare last eve the brunt of vanward fight.
Built of a myriad ranks of wide-spread wings,
Glowing as with the glory of full-pulsed springs,
When smitten with the sunbeam of His sight,
And overhead, the silent roofless height,
Rang now with sevenfold shawms and trumpetings,
For that high seven of heavy-sworded kings,
Who bare last eve the brunt of vanward fight.
But, ere the thunder rolled into the chasm
Of soundless space, a trailing shape o'erhead
Froze that proud pæan of victorious breath.
God, in that hour fell first on Thee the spasm
That stays with us, seeing, unbidden shed
Upon Thy festal day the shadow of Death!
Of soundless space, a trailing shape o'erhead
Froze that proud pæan of victorious breath.
God, in that hour fell first on Thee the spasm
That stays with us, seeing, unbidden shed
Upon Thy festal day the shadow of Death!
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