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��John Daniel Logan
With fear and cannot see If that I give myself, I also, dear, give thee.
Kiss me good-bye !
And let thine eyes be eloquent
Of constant love while I am gone;
And this will be my benison
Midst scenes where death is imminent. Nay, dear, give me your lips and have no dread.
But should I fall think me not dead:
Although I yield my mortal breath,
We ll be inseparable in death.
For this must ever be If that I give myself, I also, dear, give thee.
SURSUM CORDA
T the glory-gates of the star-gemmed sky,
In the holy hush of the Easter Morn,
To the race that deemed the world God-lorn,
Sang a white-winged host, chanting clear and high
A hymn of triumph for Man s inspiring
To quell his doubt and his dread inquiring.
Oh, Faith/ they sang is Life s immutable Musician : Faith sits serene at God s great organ-keys, And out of the myriad, mad cacophonies Of mundane strife and death and devastation Re-weaveth chords of Paradisal harmonies.
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Lift up your hearts, O Men, and cease your low imagin- Jehovah still is everywhere and still in everything. Though war-winds wrack and dear blood watereth The earth, Jehovah lives and guides, nor slumbereth. On earth ye heed hell s howling discords; we In heaven hark within the diapason of eternity The dissonances of finitude and time Resolved in Love s eternal symphony. So list ye with the inward ear.
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