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joy.
Before the awful hand
That makes and breaks,
Sing and are jubilant to-day.
Sing on, all up and down the shining land!
My heart your meaning takes.
That makes and breaks,
Sing and are jubilant to-day.
Sing on, all up and down the shining land!
My heart your meaning takes.
As evening's star on star,
Through the blue portals of the air,
What countless creatures throng!
And beautiful they are—
With morning in their eyes and in their hair;
And on their lips an antique speech and song.
Through the blue portals of the air,
What countless creatures throng!
And beautiful they are—
With morning in their eyes and in their hair;
And on their lips an antique speech and song.
One shadow only waits
Aloof, poised on ascending wing,
And lifts no voice; but in her throat,
I ween there is a sweeter note.
Than all these glorious warblers bring.
I hear her chant an inward strain;
"Thou sett'st me above Time's annoy:
Aloof, poised on ascending wing,
And lifts no voice; but in her throat,
I ween there is a sweeter note.
Than all these glorious warblers bring.
I hear her chant an inward strain;
"Thou sett'st me above Time's annoy:
