"THE SPIRIT GIVETH LIFE."
What was it in the viewless wind,
Wild rushing through the oak,
Seemed to my listening, dreaming mind
As though a spirit spoke?
Wild rushing through the oak,
Seemed to my listening, dreaming mind
As though a spirit spoke?
What is it to the murmuring stream
Doth give so sweet a song,
That on its tide my thoughts do seem
To pour themselves along?
Doth give so sweet a song,
That on its tide my thoughts do seem
To pour themselves along?
What is it on the dizzy height,
What in each glowing star,
That speaks of things beyond the sight,
And questions what they are?
What in each glowing star,
That speaks of things beyond the sight,
And questions what they are?
What in the rolling thunder's voice,
What in the ocean's roar,
Hears the grand chorus, "O rejoice!"
Echo from shore to shore?
What in the ocean's roar,
Hears the grand chorus, "O rejoice!"
Echo from shore to shore?
What in the gentle moon doth see
Pure thoughts and tender love,
And hears delicious melody
Around, below, above?
Pure thoughts and tender love,
And hears delicious melody
Around, below, above?
