HIS REST.
FAIR is the world wherein we dwell,
And day and night
Crown miracle with miracle
Of new delight;
Almost it seems
A world of dreams.
And day and night
Crown miracle with miracle
Of new delight;
Almost it seems
A world of dreams.
But, oh! the World of worlds that lies
This world outside,
Whose splendors to these human eyes
Are yet denied,
And seer and saint
Have failed to paint!
This world outside,
Whose splendors to these human eyes
Are yet denied,
And seer and saint
Have failed to paint!
"Eye hath not seen," our tongues repeat,
In rapt belief,
When earth blooms fairest round our feet,
And sin and grief
Withhold their power
Some little hour.
In rapt belief,
When earth blooms fairest round our feet,
And sin and grief
Withhold their power
Some little hour.
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