Touches on The Harp of Nature in the Same Key as Burns' Grand Anthem. By Henry Ellison |
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LONDON, AFTER MIDNIGHT. |
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LONDON, AFTER MIDNIGHT.
Silence broods o'er the mighty Babylon,And Darkness, his twin brother, with him keeps
His solemn watch; the wearied city sleeps,
And Solitude, strange contrast! muses on
The fate of man, there, whence the crowd anon
Will scare her with life's tumult! the great deeps
Of human thought are stirless, yet there creeps,
As 'twere, a far-off hum, scarce heard, then gone,
On the still air; it is the beating of
The mighty heart, which, shortly, from its sleep
Shall start refreshed. Oh Thou, who rul'st above,
Be with it in its dreams, and let it keep,
Awake, the spirit of pure peace and love,
Which thou breath'st thro' it now, so still and deep!
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