Oft have I stood upon the foaming strand
Watching the moonlight tremble on the sea;
Oft have I seen the stars fade silently
When gleaming dawn drove night across the land;
Oft have I watched the storm lift o’er the sand
The ocean in his might and majesty;
Now are these joys a mockery to me
Since on mine eyes, God, Thou hast laid Thine...
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To the Happy Dead People
WHAT of the darkness? Is it very fair?
Are there great calms? and find we silence there?
Like soft-shut lilies, all your faces glow
With some strange peace our faces never know,
With some strange faith our faces never dare,—
Dwells it in Darkness? Do you find it there?Is it a Bosom where tired heads may lie?...
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From the Latin by John Mason Neale
DARKNESS is thinning; shadows are retreating;
Morning and light are coming in their beauty;
Suppliant seek we, with an earnest outcry,
God the Almighty!So that our Master, having mercy on us,
May repel languor, may bestow salvation,
Granting us, Father, of thy loving-kindness... -
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His sovereign will.Ye fearful, fresh courage take!
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big... -
Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell
Be once disclosed to us
The clamor for their loveliness
Would burst the Loneliness —