the church of the gesù.
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Peal out, O organ! loud and calm,
That thought more glorious music makes
Than solemn chant or holy psalm!
Its sweet accords such joy awakes,
That death I deem th' excelling boon,
Humanity's consummate crown!
Throughout life's phases manifold,
Its heights, its depths, its dust, its gold,
Across its flood, I hear this cry,
"Revere thy brother—he must die."
That thought more glorious music makes
Than solemn chant or holy psalm!
Its sweet accords such joy awakes,
That death I deem th' excelling boon,
Humanity's consummate crown!
Throughout life's phases manifold,
Its heights, its depths, its dust, its gold,
Across its flood, I hear this cry,
"Revere thy brother—he must die."
I look beyond each circumstance
Which hallows or which shames—I know,
Deeper than life's brief weal or woe,
Death's mighty, true significance!
Bound in one common brotherhood,
Th' hosannas of the multitude,
The meek dejection of the dead,
No more a sadd'ning influence shed;
For little recks it, how or where,
'Mid bitterest curse or fondest prayer,
As brutes cast out upon the sod,
Or thus beatified as God,
Which hallows or which shames—I know,
Deeper than life's brief weal or woe,
Death's mighty, true significance!
Bound in one common brotherhood,
Th' hosannas of the multitude,
The meek dejection of the dead,
No more a sadd'ning influence shed;
For little recks it, how or where,
'Mid bitterest curse or fondest prayer,
As brutes cast out upon the sod,
Or thus beatified as God,
