THE EXILED STRANGER.
Hark! what sweetly solemn sound
Rises on the morning air?
Shedding gentle peace around,
And stilling busy earthly care.
Rises on the morning air?
Shedding gentle peace around,
And stilling busy earthly care.
The mighty city holds its breath,
As the sacred music swells;
And discord dies a transient death,
While listening to those Sabbath bells.
As the sacred music swells;
And discord dies a transient death,
While listening to those Sabbath bells.
Hearts that had forgot to pray,
Eyes that had been fixed below,
Now look to Heaven, and ask the way,
As to the house of God they go.
Eyes that had been fixed below,
Now look to Heaven, and ask the way,
As to the house of God they go.
But there is one who hears those notes,
To whom like angels' songs they seem;
O'er whose glad soul the music floats,
Like memory of a youthful dream;—
To whom like angels' songs they seem;
O'er whose glad soul the music floats,
Like memory of a youthful dream;—
Far from his well-loved father-land,
From early friends, and blessed home,
Chased by the tyrant's bloody hand,
An exiled stranger, doomed to roam:
From early friends, and blessed home,
Chased by the tyrant's bloody hand,
An exiled stranger, doomed to roam:
