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but as thou dwelt with thy disciples lord
familiar condescending patient free
come not to sojourn but abide with me | img2poems |
in vain thou strugglest to get free
i never will unloose my hold
art thou the man that died for me | img2poems |
the secret of thy love unfold
wrestling i will not let thee go
till i thy name thy nature know | img2poems |
what sudden blaze is round him poured
as though all heaven's refulgent hoard
in one rich glory shone | img2poems |
one moment and to earth he falls
what voice his inmost heart appalls
voice heard by him alone | img2poems |
know though at god's right hand i live
i feel each wound ye reckless give
to the least saint below | img2poems |
i in your care my brethren left
not willing ye should be bereft
of waiting on your lord | img2poems |
the meanest offering ye can make
a drop of water for love's sake
in heaven be sure is stored | img2poems |
nevermore from wind or tide
nevermore from billow's roll
wilt thou need thyself to hide | img2poems |
no that door is hard to open
hinges rusty latch is broken
bid him go | img2poems |
ah that door
why wilt thou vex me
coming ever to perplex me | img2poems |
did she open
doth she
will she | img2poems |
how oft my guardian angel gently cried
soul from thy casement look and thou shalt see
how he persists to knock and wait for thee | img2poems |
and o how often to that voice of sorrow
to-morrow we will open
i replied | img2poems |
ye nymphs of solyma
begin the song
to heavenly themes sublimer strains belong | img2poems |
ye heavens
from high the dewy nectar pour
and in soft silence shed the kindly shower | img2poems |
a god a god
the vocal hills reply
the rocks proclaim th' approaching deity | img2poems |
then palaces shall rise the joyful son
shall finish what his short-lived sire begun
their vines a shadow to their race shall yield | img2poems |
to the throne the trumpet sounding
through the sepulchres resounding
summons all with voice astounding | img2poems |
death and nature mazed are quaking
when the grave's long slumber breaking
man to judgment is awaking | img2poems |
on the written volume's pages
life is shown in all its stages
judgment-record of past ages | img2poems |
sits the judge the raised arraigning
darkest mysteries explaining
nothing unavenged remaining | img2poems |
what shall i then say unfriended
by no advocate attended
when the just are scarce defended | img2poems |
king of majesty tremendous
by thy saving grace defend us
fount of pity safety send us | img2poems |
holy jesus meek forbearing
for my sins the death-crown wearing
save me in that day despairing | img2poems |
worn and weary thou hast sought me
by thy cross and passion bought me
spare the hope thy labors brought me | img2poems |
righteous judge of retribution
give o give me absolution
ere the day of dissolution | img2poems |
thou to mary gav'st remission
heard'st the dying thief's petition
bad'st me hope in my contrition | img2poems |
in my prayers no worth discerning
yet on me thy favor turning
save me from that endless burning | img2poems |
when the wicked are rejected
and by bitter flames subjected
call me forth with thine elected | img2poems |
[footnote a: general dix's first translation of the dies irae was
made in the revised version appeared in
bayard taylor wrote of the earlier one: i have | img2poems |
creator spirit by whose aid
the world's foundations first were laid
come visit every pious mind | img2poems |
come pour thy joys on human kind
from sin and sorrow set us free
and make thy temples worthy thee | img2poems |
our hearts with heavenly love inspire
come and thy sacred unction bring
to sanctify us while we sing | img2poems |
proceeding spirit our defence
who dost the gifts of tongues dispense
and crown'st thy gift with eloquence | img2poems |
come father of the poor to earth
come with thy gifts of precious worth
come light of all of mortal birth | img2poems |
come thou in whom our toil is sweet
our shadow in the noonday heat
before whom mourning flieth fleet | img2poems |
whate'er without thy aid is wrought
or skilful deed or wisest thought
god counts it vain and merely naught | img2poems |
thy will be ours in all our ways
o melt the frozen with thy rays
call home the lost in error's maze | img2poems |
and grant us lord who cry to thee
and hold the faith in unity
thy precious gifts of charity | img2poems |
that we may live in holiness
and find in death our happiness
and dwell with thee in lasting bliss | img2poems |
o purest fountain
we can see clear mirrored in thy streams
that god brings home the wanderers that god the lost redeems | img2poems |
in every hour while life is spared to thee
in crowds or solitudes in joy or care
thy thoughts should heavenward flee | img2poems |
oh hour of bliss
when the heart o'erflows
with rapture a mother only knows | img2poems |
awake awake
and gird up thy strength
to join that holy band at length | img2poems |
for who can tell when sleep thine eyes shall close
that earthly cares and woes
to thee may e'er return | img2poems |
has thy day been so bright
that in its flight
there is no trace of sorrow | img2poems |
thou fool
this very night
thy soul may wing its flight | img2poems |
that cannot be: since i am still possessed
of those effects for which i did the murder
my crown mine own ambition and my queen | img2poems |
art more engaged
help angels
make assay | img2poems |
king
my words fly up my thoughts remain below
words without thoughts never to heaven go | img2poems |
my name is satan rise
obey
mohammed's law awake and pray | img2poems |
loud laughed the fiend
you know me well
therefore my purpose i will tell | img2poems |
darkness is thinning shadows are retreating
morning and light are coming in their beauty
suppliant seek we with an earnest outcry | img2poems |
father and son and holy spirit give us
whom through the wide world celebrate forever
blessing and glory | img2poems |
o let the false dream fly
where our sick souls do lie
tossing continually | img2poems |
o god i cannot walk the way
the thorns the thirst the darkness
and bleeding feet and aching heart | img2poems |
i hear the songs and revels of the throng
they sneer upon my downcast face with scorn
yet o my god i must and shall walk with thee | img2poems |
it ploughs my soul with ploughshares flaming hot
yet give me truth
i must have truth o god | img2poems |
let this be something in thy sight
i have not in the slothful dark
forgot the vision and the height | img2poems |
oh
when shall all my wand'rings end
and all my steps to-thee-ward tend | img2poems |
ah
tear it thence and reign alone
the lord of every motion there | img2poems |
oh
hide this self from me that i
no more but christ in me may live | img2poems |
ah
no ne'er will i backward turn
thine wholly thine alone i am | img2poems |
oh
help that i may never move
from the blest footsteps of thy love | img2poems |
little hast thou bestead
save to perplex the head
and leave the spirit dead | img2poems |
from the recesses of a lowly spirit
our humble prayer ascends o father
hear it | img2poems |
who hast within thine equal heed
the rolling sun the ripening seed
the azure of the speedwell's eye | img2poems |
it is not wisdom to be only wise
and on the inward vision close the eyes
but it is wisdom to believe the heart | img2poems |
our knowledge is a torch of smoky pine
that lights the pathway but one step ahead
across a void of mystery and dread | img2poems |
bid then the tender light of faith to shine
by which alone the mortal heart is led
unto the thinking of the thought divine | img2poems |
faithe of the fathers olde
which makes me verye bolde
to fear no worldes distress | img2poems |
all weakness i
on him rely
who fixed the earth and spread the starry sky | img2poems |
if he is nigh
howe'er i die
't will be the dawn of heavenly ecstasy | img2poems |
beholding thee
what bliss 't will be
with all thy saints to spend eternity | img2poems |
from sorrow sin and frailty free
beholding and resembling thee
o too transporting sight | img2poems |
haste
haste
my lord and soon transport me there | img2poems |
such a joy as none can move
such a love as none can part
such a heart as joys in love | img2poems |
unfading hope
when life's last embers burn
when soul to soul and dust to dust return | img2poems |
will the past then come again
rest and pleasure strife and pain
all the heaven and all the hell | img2poems |
he cried aloud and listened and then knocked
and uttered awful threatenings and complaints
and imprecations upon men and saints | img2poems |
half choked with rage king robert fiercely said
open: 'tis i the king
art thou afraid | img2poems |
to which king robert answered with a sneer
i am the king and come to claim my own
from an impostor who usurps my throne | img2poems |
but the straw rustled as he turned his head
there were the cap and bells beside his bed
around him rose the bare discolored walls | img2poems |
close by the steeds were champing in their stalls
and in the corner a revolting shape
shivering and chattering sat the wretched ape | img2poems |
do you not know me
does no voice within
answer my cry and say we are akin | img2poems |
gazed at the angel's countenance serene
the emperor laughing said it is strange sport
to keep a madman for thy fool at court | img2poems |
and through the chant a second melody
rose like the throbbing of a single string
i am an angel and thou art the king | img2poems |
king robert who was standing near the throne
lifted his eyes and lo
he was alone | img2poems |
arise he said my angels
a wail of woe and sin
steals through the gates of heaven and saddens all within | img2poems |
and lo
that tear of pity quenched the flame whereon it fell
and with the sunshine of that smile hope entered into hell | img2poems |
welcome my angels
ye have brought a holier joy to heaven
henceforth its sweetest song shall be the song of sin forgiven | img2poems |
if i enter heaven i may not pass
to where they be
though the wail of their bitter pain alas | img2poems |
and the white-robed saints with their crowns and palms
are good to see
and oh so grand are the sounding psalms | img2poems |
and bear its shame
and clasp to his heart for love of me
my guilt and blame | img2poems |
three angels bear the holy grail
with folded feet in stoles of white
on sleeping wings they sail | img2poems |
my spirit beats her mortal bars
as down dark tides the glory slides
and star-like mingles with the stars | img2poems |
i leave the plain i climb the height
no branchy thicket shelter yields
fly o'er waste fens and windy fields | img2poems |
then move the trees the copses nod
wings flutter voices hover clear
o just and faithful knight of god | img2poems |
o germ
o fount
o word of love | img2poems |
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