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Hymns and Poems

Original and Translated: By Edward Caswall ... Second Edition

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XIII. THE SOUL.

Benedicite, spiritus et animæ justorum Domino.

Of God, of Truth, of high celestial things,
Methought one night I heard
The Angel Watchers singing to themselves;
Then sudden changed the strain,
And took a mournful tone;

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As of the soul they sang:—
Her origin sublime;
How nobler far than elemental fire,
Or air, or sea, or first-created light,
Or immaterial principle unknown
Of the brute race, or instinct's force divine,
Or comet's wheeling orb,
Or sun, or blazing star,
She boasts a heavenly birth,
A life immortal, incorruptible,
From the pure fontal essence ever blest
Of Majesty ineffable derived.
O shame, to think that such a pearl of price
Should all unvalued to the swine be cast
By thankless mortal man!
And marvellously was her nature framed,
And still a wonder is,
With awful powers endow'd;
Conscience supreme!
Clear Intellect, and Fancy's airy wand!
Exhaustless Memory!
Skill, and inventive power!
Capacious Science which subdues the world!
Pity soft-eyed! angelic Sympathies
In boundless treasure stored!
Genius sublime!
Thought, Eloquence, Freewill!
‘O marvel of the world!’ (so went the strain)
‘Great miracle of majesty divine!
Image of God, of Angels the high charge
By life-blood of Incarnate God redeem'd!
Bright ray of Heaven piercing this lower deep!
Wherefore so dull become, ethereal soul!
Forgettest thou to shine; but, soil'd and dim,
Trailest in dust, the prey of earthly things?

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Ah, well may nature weep
For thee her highest crown so lowly laid!
Ah, well for thee
May Angels mourn and all creation sigh!’
Then of Eternity
The hidden warblers sang,
Whereat a joyous burst throughout the concave rang;
Anon 'twas sadness all,
Telling of Adam's fall,
Telling of sin and death which us thereby enthral.