Poems (Rice)/Hours of Bliss
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HOURS OF BLISS.
HOURS of bliss still brightly o'er me beaming,
When heart and pulse had almost ceased to beat;
A glimpse of Eden, or was I dreaming,
Dreaming of love and all its raptures sweet?
When heart and pulse had almost ceased to beat;
A glimpse of Eden, or was I dreaming,
Dreaming of love and all its raptures sweet?
Hours of bliss, in rainbow beauty glowing,
Flooding my soul with all their pristine dyes,
When tender words, like music gushing, flowing,
Embalmed mine ear, and banished all my sighs.
Flooding my soul with all their pristine dyes,
When tender words, like music gushing, flowing,
Embalmed mine ear, and banished all my sighs.
Hours of bliss—as brilliant meteors glancing
Through clouds that darken the wanderer's sky,
Like sparkling foam upon blue wavelets dancing,
Are these bright hours that quickly hurry by.
Through clouds that darken the wanderer's sky,
Like sparkling foam upon blue wavelets dancing,
Are these bright hours that quickly hurry by.
Hours of bliss, bright gems so evanescing,
O ye are pure, unmixed with sin's alloy;
Vain are attempts to catch the fleeting blessing
Escaping from us whilst we most enjoy.
O ye are pure, unmixed with sin's alloy;
Vain are attempts to catch the fleeting blessing
Escaping from us whilst we most enjoy.
Hours of bliss, deep gulfs of holy feeling,—
What language sweet can fathom the abyss?
Thought meeting thought, mysterious appealing—
I ask no more, no more of life than this.
What language sweet can fathom the abyss?
Thought meeting thought, mysterious appealing—
I ask no more, no more of life than this.
This is enough; 'tis all of woman's glory,
Beginning and ending of her life on earth,
To love and be loved; here transitory,
Made everlasting at her heavenly birth.
Beginning and ending of her life on earth,
To love and be loved; here transitory,
Made everlasting at her heavenly birth.