O happy angels! Are there heights and depths
The human soul has never thought to reach,
Anthems and harps by angel pinions swept;
Thoughts, breathed in Heaven, too intense for speech?
The human soul has never thought to reach,
Anthems and harps by angel pinions swept;
Thoughts, breathed in Heaven, too intense for speech?
Lift up your voices, happy angel band,
Sing, 'till the Soul forgets her loss and blight,
Scatter the darkness of this dreary land
'Till a dawn of glory breaks o'er sorrow's night.
Sing, 'till the Soul forgets her loss and blight,
Scatter the darkness of this dreary land
'Till a dawn of glory breaks o'er sorrow's night.
THE MULTITUDE
They come and go, this world's uncounted throngs,
Each on his individual aim intent;
They come and go, 'till in the gathering shades
For each, life's little fleeting day is spent;
As one by one they come, a mingled host
Born to earth's heritage of life and breath,
So one by one they go, a countless throng;
Let pride and honor trample underneath
The lowly lot of poverty and toil,
Death spareth not the wealthy or the poor;
But claims them all,
To the same dust they go; impartial hands
Strew with fresh sunbeams each lone resting place,
Reflected sunsets and supernal morns
Wrap all alike in floods of loveliness.
Each on his individual aim intent;
They come and go, 'till in the gathering shades
For each, life's little fleeting day is spent;
As one by one they come, a mingled host
Born to earth's heritage of life and breath,
So one by one they go, a countless throng;
Let pride and honor trample underneath
The lowly lot of poverty and toil,
Death spareth not the wealthy or the poor;
But claims them all,
To the same dust they go; impartial hands
Strew with fresh sunbeams each lone resting place,
Reflected sunsets and supernal morns
Wrap all alike in floods of loveliness.
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