Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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THE SKY-LARK NOW. |
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THE SKY-LARK NOW.
The sky-lark now divinely tunes
To greet the birth of day,
In paroxysm of ecstasy!
His wild triumphant lay.
To greet the birth of day,
In paroxysm of ecstasy!
His wild triumphant lay.
In paroxysm of ecstasy,
His glorious lay he trills,
While Morning speaks sublimely out,
Like a trumpet to the hills!
His glorious lay he trills,
While Morning speaks sublimely out,
Like a trumpet to the hills!
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Like a sudden trumpet to the hills,
And the wide rejoicing plains,
Where the sparkling fragrant dews glance quick,
Like the trace of golden rains.
And the wide rejoicing plains,
Where the sparkling fragrant dews glance quick,
Like the trace of golden rains.
The Majesty of Light comes forth,
On his mighty chariot throne—
And he comes forth from his Eastern Hall,
Approachless and alone!
On his mighty chariot throne—
And he comes forth from his Eastern Hall,
Approachless and alone!
And at once the world seems filled with him,
And grows a vision bright—
The Air is Sun—The Earth is Sun—
The Soul lives in his Light!
And grows a vision bright—
The Air is Sun—The Earth is Sun—
The Soul lives in his Light!
Still on the wings of Morning borne,
Man's rushing thoughts ascend—
With Angel-hymns their silent praise,
Ev'n then they surely blend!
Man's rushing thoughts ascend—
With Angel-hymns their silent praise,
Ev'n then they surely blend!
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For Morning ever seems to come
From the radiant courts above—
A sweet Ambassadress sent down
On mission deep of love!
From the radiant courts above—
A sweet Ambassadress sent down
On mission deep of love!
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