Carol and Cadence New poems: MDCCCCII-MDCCCCVII: By John Payne |
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November's in the air:
The chill breeze seems to say,
With bated breath, Prepare,
Prepare ye the Lord's way!
His step is on the stair;
His breath is everywhere;
He cometh without stay,
The Lord of Heaven and Earth,
The only worship-worth
Great God of Death and Birth,
Of Night and Day.
The chill breeze seems to say,
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Prepare ye the Lord's way!
His step is on the stair;
His breath is everywhere;
He cometh without stay,
The Lord of Heaven and Earth,
The only worship-worth
Great God of Death and Birth,
Of Night and Day.
The weary world awaits
The coming of the Lord
Whose spell her stress abates.
All things, save man, toward
His presence, who Sleep's gates
Unbars and flouts the Fates,
Lift hands of one accord:
For whom He loveth He
To all eternity
From second birth can free
And Life abhorred.
The coming of the Lord
Whose spell her stress abates.
All things, save man, toward
His presence, who Sleep's gates
Unbars and flouts the Fates,
Lift hands of one accord:
For whom He loveth He
To all eternity
From second birth can free
And Life abhorred.
Man only cannot brook
The nearing of the night;
Man only fears to look
His last upon the light.
Though black be all Life's book
And earth afford no nook
Of easance or delight,
Foiled by his foolish pride,
He turns from peace aside
And will alone abide
In the sun's sight.
The nearing of the night;
Man only fears to look
His last upon the light.
Though black be all Life's book
And earth afford no nook
Of easance or delight,
Foiled by his foolish pride,
He turns from peace aside
And will alone abide
In the sun's sight.
But to all else, beast, bird,
Fish, blossom, tree, His breath
Is welcome and His word,
That peace from pine foresaith.
As, like a careful herd,
Within his fold unstirred
His flock he gathereth,
All yield them, tame and wild,
Even as a sleepy child,
Submissive, to the mild
Deliverer Death.
Fish, blossom, tree, His breath
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That peace from pine foresaith.
As, like a careful herd,
Within his fold unstirred
His flock he gathereth,
All yield them, tame and wild,
Even as a sleepy child,
Submissive, to the mild
Deliverer Death.
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