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And therefore wears thy brow its sullen scorn,
And therefore glooms thy large prophetic eye,
And in thy song are cadences forlorn,
Which blend their sighs with lingering echoes fine
Of thrilling sweetness, yet of agony—
Grand revelations, utterances divine.
And therefore glooms thy large prophetic eye,
And in thy song are cadences forlorn,
Which blend their sighs with lingering echoes fine
Of thrilling sweetness, yet of agony—
Grand revelations, utterances divine.
Not thus her song. The seraph chorus bowed
And leant entranced from jasper thrones to hear
A mortal's voice so nigh the throne of God.
Its rich Hellenic harmonies had power
Of wide reverberation far and near.
A woman's witness to her God they bore!
And leant entranced from jasper thrones to hear
A mortal's voice so nigh the throne of God.
Its rich Hellenic harmonies had power
Of wide reverberation far and near.
A woman's witness to her God they bore!
Amid the world's wild roar, that tender song,
Throughout its jarring discords heard between,
Rung out heroic protest against wrong.
Where coward souls had recklessly despaired,
That dove-like heart with fortitude serene
Through Sorrow's whelming flood victorious dared,
Throughout its jarring discords heard between,
Rung out heroic protest against wrong.
Where coward souls had recklessly despaired,
That dove-like heart with fortitude serene
Through Sorrow's whelming flood victorious dared,
And won Faith's vernal promise; glowing words
Revealed eternal hopes, and music fraught
Revealed eternal hopes, and music fraught
