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Hymns and Poems

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

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XLII. FLOWERS ON THE ALTAR OF THE BLESSED SACRAMENT.
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XLII. FLOWERS ON THE ALTAR OF THE BLESSED SACRAMENT.

As on some ocean cliff
Oft I have seen
A patch of flowers along the perilous brink
Basking serene
In blooming heedlessness,
For all as though
No dread profundity of heaving main
Upsurged below;
So by yon altar-flowers
Glistening so fair
In their most delicate vases, each as in
Its own parterre,
Opens a dread abyss,
A sea immense,
Confounding in its dread reality
All thought, all sense!
For there in hidden might
Of glory dwells,
He who creation's whole infinitude
So far excels,
That countless worlds might blaze
To nought before
The fires of His magnificence, and all
Would be no more,
If with His Majesty
We them compare,
Than th' incense-wreath that round the altar rolls,
Then melts in air!