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to georges sand.
Ravished the silences with sweet accords.
Upon her lips the altar's living coal
With cherub glories circled mortal thought,
And birth consummate stirred within her soul.
Upon her lips the altar's living coal
With cherub glories circled mortal thought,
And birth consummate stirred within her soul.
Genius, God-born, full filled its worshipper,
And flowed God-voiced, as flows the sacred river,
Through holy places ever and for ever!
Mild guardian angels smiled above her head,
And round her hearth their shelt'ring pinions spread,
And o'er that face beloved a halo shed!
And flowed God-voiced, as flows the sacred river,
Through holy places ever and for ever!
Mild guardian angels smiled above her head,
And round her hearth their shelt'ring pinions spread,
And o'er that face beloved a halo shed!
She came!—the tumult of thy soul subsided,
As erst beside the Gate called Beautiful,
A shining Angel o'er the waters glided.
Lo! the dark stream became a fountain blessed—
So did her presence all thy being lull,
As to thy lip that purest lip was pressed.
As erst beside the Gate called Beautiful,
A shining Angel o'er the waters glided.
Lo! the dark stream became a fountain blessed—
So did her presence all thy being lull,
As to thy lip that purest lip was pressed.
Thy genius to her stainless genius knelt,
And with pathetic reverential awe
The holiness of womanhood was felt
Deep in thy soul; to thee, she was a shrine
And with pathetic reverential awe
The holiness of womanhood was felt
Deep in thy soul; to thee, she was a shrine
