Again the pines wave welcome!
Shall we, coming, bring hearts alive to swell
At artist's visions, poet's inspiration—
The true musician's spell?
Souls with the Christian's heaven-born hope attune,
And from the earliest dawn to night's high noon,
In street and temple—by the grand old ocean—
We shall see pictures, feel immortal poems, hear God's Recessional.
Shall we, coming, bring hearts alive to swell
At artist's visions, poet's inspiration—
The true musician's spell?
Souls with the Christian's heaven-born hope attune,
And from the earliest dawn to night's high noon,
In street and temple—by the grand old ocean—
We shall see pictures, feel immortal poems, hear God's Recessional.
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