'Tis way past midnight
But the vision, grand and glorious
Comes on anon:
Love soars forth triumphant
On silvered feet to greet the eternal dawn,
Tho' heavy fetters bind the body down
The spirit speeds its upward flight,
And joins the mate it missed
In the world's dark night.
But the vision, grand and glorious
Comes on anon:
Love soars forth triumphant
On silvered feet to greet the eternal dawn,
Tho' heavy fetters bind the body down
The spirit speeds its upward flight,
And joins the mate it missed
In the world's dark night.
'Tis way past midnight,
And the hours do shorter grow,
But the tryst is kept
And the sad tears wept as the night winds blow.
Like falling waters in varied accents the benediction fell,
And filling every atom of the mortal man,
Swept like sweetest carol on the Christmas morn,
To hold communion with the absent one,
Whose soul and body God didst mould and form.
And the hours do shorter grow,
But the tryst is kept
And the sad tears wept as the night winds blow.
Like falling waters in varied accents the benediction fell,
And filling every atom of the mortal man,
Swept like sweetest carol on the Christmas morn,
To hold communion with the absent one,
Whose soul and body God didst mould and form.
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