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the seven chords of the lyre.
NO. II.—LOVE.
The night is silent, and the yearning earth
In breathless stillness keeps expectant state
(A mortal pregnant with immortal birth),
Till lo! full statured, calm, inviolate,
Born in the purple, and crowned Queen, when born,
The regnant moon ascends her golden throne!
As paused the earth, so paused my heart forlorn,
And yet instinct with mystic prescience, grown
From the long travail of my struggling soul,
Till, hope consummate, full fruition blest,
Great love arose, transfiguring the whole
Of my glad being, which thus finds its rest!
Its arid places bloom, its ruins shine,
As shines the earth, beneath yon orb divine.
In breathless stillness keeps expectant state
(A mortal pregnant with immortal birth),
Till lo! full statured, calm, inviolate,
Born in the purple, and crowned Queen, when born,
The regnant moon ascends her golden throne!
As paused the earth, so paused my heart forlorn,
And yet instinct with mystic prescience, grown
From the long travail of my struggling soul,
Till, hope consummate, full fruition blest,
Great love arose, transfiguring the whole
Of my glad being, which thus finds its rest!
Its arid places bloom, its ruins shine,
As shines the earth, beneath yon orb divine.
no. III.—joy.
Oh take me, God, for my life's cup is full!
I would to thee the rich libation pour.
Sceptred and crowned, do I not tread the shore
Of the blest isles?—and ere the beautiful
Enchanting vision fade, oh let me die
Wearing the palm of life's felicity!
I would to thee the rich libation pour.
Sceptred and crowned, do I not tread the shore
Of the blest isles?—and ere the beautiful
Enchanting vision fade, oh let me die
Wearing the palm of life's felicity!
