The Village Churchyard And Other Poems. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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OH! THOU SWEET ROYALTY OF NIGHT! |
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OH! THOU SWEET ROYALTY OF NIGHT!
Oh! thou sweet Royalty of Night!
Girt with cymar of woven beams—
Thou Star-surrounded! whose clear light
All spiritually radiant streams,
Girt with cymar of woven beams—
Thou Star-surrounded! whose clear light
All spiritually radiant streams,
How gloriously thou walk'st the Skies!
How graciously thou rul'st the hour!
Thou that swayest Ocean's mysteries—
Whose Gentleness o'erpowereth Power!
How graciously thou rul'st the hour!
Thou that swayest Ocean's mysteries—
Whose Gentleness o'erpowereth Power!
Thou 'rt like Religion in the soul;
With precious thoughts around, beneath—
That, as they rise, and as they roll,
O'ercome the Giant gloom of Death!
With precious thoughts around, beneath—
That, as they rise, and as they roll,
O'ercome the Giant gloom of Death!
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