POEMS.
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But He who gave
Such high gifts to thee, will reward thee best,
He knows the yearnings of thine artist's soul,
He understands the song but half expressed
To mortal ears, that fail to catch the whole.
Such high gifts to thee, will reward thee best,
He knows the yearnings of thine artist's soul,
He understands the song but half expressed
To mortal ears, that fail to catch the whole.
Take all of wealth
And earthly honours that are mine to give,
Oh, Farinelli! at whose master touch
My soul awakened as it were to live,
I cannot recompense thee over much!
And earthly honours that are mine to give,
Oh, Farinelli! at whose master touch
My soul awakened as it were to live,
I cannot recompense thee over much!
LILIES.
"My beloved is gone down into his garden—to gather lilies."
Solomon's Song.
Solomon's Song.
BESIDE the garden's sunny wall
My tall white lilies rise,
Whereon the sunbeams love to fall
From far-off orient skies;
And, stainless as the dazzling snow,
They wave their blossoms to and fro.
My tall white lilies rise,
Whereon the sunbeams love to fall
From far-off orient skies;
And, stainless as the dazzling snow,
They wave their blossoms to and fro.
I watch my lilies day by day
Unfold their buds of white,
And dearest in the garden gay
Are these my flowers of light,
All radiantly they ever dwell
On thoughts and prayers invisible!
Unfold their buds of white,
And dearest in the garden gay
Are these my flowers of light,
All radiantly they ever dwell
On thoughts and prayers invisible!
