 | Interludes and Undertones, or, Music at Twilight |  |
I. UNWRITTEN BOOKS.
Glorious are the books
With joy and wisdom fraught,
Unwritten,—not unread
In the library of thought;
With joy and wisdom fraught,
Unwritten,—not unread
In the library of thought;
The ripples of the river
That sparkle to the sun,
And whisper to the woodlands,
Rejoicing as they run:—
That sparkle to the sun,
And whisper to the woodlands,
Rejoicing as they run:—
The foam-crest of the billows
That surge against the shore,
The deep psalm of the forest
When the wild winds rave and roar:—
That surge against the shore,
The deep psalm of the forest
When the wild winds rave and roar:—
The crimsoning gold of sunset
Before the west grows dark,
And in the mellow morning
The anthems of the lark:—
Before the west grows dark,
And in the mellow morning
The anthems of the lark:—
The palaces of Cloudland
Illumined by the moon,
In the fulness of her splendour
In the balmy month of June:—
Illumined by the moon,
In the fulness of her splendour
In the balmy month of June:—
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The deep dark blue of midnight
To our poor human eyes,
Revealing while concealing
The wonders of the skies:—
To our poor human eyes,
Revealing while concealing
The wonders of the skies:—
And noblest book of all
To read,—if read we can,
In words of blazing lustre,
The destinies of man,
Marching from good to better
In God's eternal plan!
To read,—if read we can,
In words of blazing lustre,
The destinies of man,
Marching from good to better
In God's eternal plan!
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