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June 23.
ENGLAND IN THE EAST.
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On this day, 1757, Clive won the battle of Plassey, and laid the foundations of our Eastern Empire.
Region Divine, whereon loved first to fall
The fire from Heaven! quick-soulëd Orient!
Whose ear all messages celestial
So swiftly, sweetly took—where, earliest sent
Each angel bright his young, best radiance spent—
All-holy with Emmanuel's very feet—
Whence won the pilgrim world all lore sublime and sweet!
The fire from Heaven! quick-soulëd Orient!
Whose ear all messages celestial
So swiftly, sweetly took—where, earliest sent
Each angel bright his young, best radiance spent—
All-holy with Emmanuel's very feet—
Whence won the pilgrim world all lore sublime and sweet!
Ah dull and deafened now that soul of thine!
Pale Palestine! void, voiceless Araby!
No wise men from the East of Births Divine
Bear tidings sweet; no glad Epiphany
Now bursteth, Orient forlorn, on thee.
No angels now enamoured of that shore;
No more the prophets' home! the Holy Land no more!
Pale Palestine! void, voiceless Araby!
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Bear tidings sweet; no glad Epiphany
Now bursteth, Orient forlorn, on thee.
No angels now enamoured of that shore;
No more the prophets' home! the Holy Land no more!
O elsewhere now the glory makes descent;
On Western shores now falls familiar
The fire from Heaven! in the deep Occident
Clear shineth now that blessed Morning Star,
Hesper in sweetest sooth our Lucifer!
In its new home the orient light doth smile,
Yes, spendeth its best beams on happy Northern Isle.
On Western shores now falls familiar
The fire from Heaven! in the deep Occident
Clear shineth now that blessed Morning Star,
Hesper in sweetest sooth our Lucifer!
In its new home the orient light doth smile,
Yes, spendeth its best beams on happy Northern Isle.
Bring back the lustre, shining Occident!
Thou Northern Isle, the grace divine restore!
O England, thronëd in the Orient,
No more thy glory hide! forego no more
The joy of a gift-bearing conqueror!
Shine sweetly forth from thy regainëd throne,
And make thine orient realms Emmanuel's very own!
Thou Northern Isle, the grace divine restore!
O England, thronëd in the Orient,
No more thy glory hide! forego no more
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Shine sweetly forth from thy regainëd throne,
And make thine orient realms Emmanuel's very own!
Send from thy Indian throne the flame divine
Through all the East, right to its ancient home!
Glow into life again, pale Palestine,
Beneath the circling smile of Christendom!
From the far West back, Orient lustre, come!
Back, angels bright, unto the dear-loved shore,
Once more the Holy Land, Emmanuel's home once more!
Through all the East, right to its ancient home!
Glow into life again, pale Palestine,
Beneath the circling smile of Christendom!
From the far West back, Orient lustre, come!
Back, angels bright, unto the dear-loved shore,
Once more the Holy Land, Emmanuel's home once more!
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