A memorial volume of sacred poetry by the late Sir John Bowring. To which is prefixed, a memoir of the author, by Lady Bowring |
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Acceptable Worship.
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Acceptable Worship.
The secret—nay, the silent prayer,
Which the meek spirit wafts above,
Will meet with sweet acceptance there,
And bloom around the throne of love;
As buds which spring-time sunshine bids
Burst through their wintry coverlids.
Which the meek spirit wafts above,
Will meet with sweet acceptance there,
And bloom around the throne of love;
As buds which spring-time sunshine bids
Burst through their wintry coverlids.
The eloquence that charms the ear,
The songs of art which fascinate,
Can give no upward wings to prayer,
Nor speed it through the Eternal's gate.
To Him, the music of the bee
Is sweeter than man's vanity.
The songs of art which fascinate,
Can give no upward wings to prayer,
Nor speed it through the Eternal's gate.
To Him, the music of the bee
Is sweeter than man's vanity.
He is not deaf to human praise,
When human praises are sincere;
He turns not to the lowliest lays
Of humble souls a careless ear:
O no! Devotion's sainted tone
Is met with welcome at His throne.
When human praises are sincere;
He turns not to the lowliest lays
Of humble souls a careless ear:
O no! Devotion's sainted tone
Is met with welcome at His throne.
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