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THE PILGRIM BOAT ON THE RHINE. |
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VIII. THE PILGRIM BOAT ON THE RHINE.
Mother, our bark floats lightly
Across the glimmering deep;
The silvery moon-beams brightly
On the placid waters sleep.
Across the glimmering deep;
The silvery moon-beams brightly
On the placid waters sleep.
Still on the mountains hoary
Is fixed our dreaming eye,
Though the sunset's latest glory
Hath faded from on high.
Is fixed our dreaming eye,
Though the sunset's latest glory
Hath faded from on high.
A sound of waters rushing,
Where from many a rocky height
Wild mountain streams are gushing,
Breaks on the stilly night.
Where from many a rocky height
Wild mountain streams are gushing,
Breaks on the stilly night.
No other sound is near us
To mar the deep repose;
Dear mother, thou wilt hear us,
Thine eyelids never close.
To mar the deep repose;
Dear mother, thou wilt hear us,
Thine eyelids never close.
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For the earth-wearied spirit
Methinks such quiet even
Some music might inherit
Caught from the harps of heaven.
Methinks such quiet even
Some music might inherit
Caught from the harps of heaven.
The moon it glanceth brightly
O'er the untroubled deep,
Thy smile is o'er us nightly
Our dreams from sin to keep.
O'er the untroubled deep,
Thy smile is o'er us nightly
Our dreams from sin to keep.
Star of the sea, we hail thee,
Bending beneath thy care,
Blest Mother, we assail thee
With the sweet force of prayer.
Bending beneath thy care,
Blest Mother, we assail thee
With the sweet force of prayer.
Thine the deep tender feeling
Which Jesus gave to thee,
The Godhead's Self concealing
In thy meek purity.
Which Jesus gave to thee,
The Godhead's Self concealing
In thy meek purity.
Thou art Eden's fairest flower,
For a soul unstained by sin
Was the unearthly dower,
Which thou alone couldst win.
For a soul unstained by sin
Was the unearthly dower,
Which thou alone couldst win.
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Sweet are the admonitions
Of such a night as this,
For it gives us heavenly visions
Of thine unequalled bliss.
Of such a night as this,
For it gives us heavenly visions
Of thine unequalled bliss.
Star-beams, that brightly quiver
In the blue depth above,
Tell how thou art with us ever
In the fulness of thy love.
In the blue depth above,
Tell how thou art with us ever
In the fulness of thy love.
The gentle moon shall mind us
Of heaven's eternal rest,
O may our last hour find us
With thee among the blest!
Of heaven's eternal rest,
O may our last hour find us
With thee among the blest!
Hail Jesus, Son of Mary,
To the pilgrim's prayer incline,
For the ways of life are weary,
O make us ever Thine;
To the pilgrim's prayer incline,
For the ways of life are weary,
O make us ever Thine;
Thine in life's early morning,
Thine in death's hour of gloom,
Thine, when the archangel's warning
Shall call our spirits home!
Thine in death's hour of gloom,
Thine, when the archangel's warning
Shall call our spirits home!
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