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Poems.
A blessing. In lofty aspirations,
And I trust with pure and fervent feelings,
The hymn arose with liquid melody,
Mingled with the breezes, gentle notes, and
Onward and upward floating, again to
Earth returned not.
And I trust with pure and fervent feelings,
The hymn arose with liquid melody,
Mingled with the breezes, gentle notes, and
Onward and upward floating, again to
Earth returned not.
Was there a heart among
That crowd, which felt not stir within it, some
Innate principle of holy thrill? Who
Could observe the mnteresting rite, and
Within their soul feel no emotion, or
Inhale no heaven-born rapture?
That crowd, which felt not stir within it, some
Innate principle of holy thrill? Who
Could observe the mnteresting rite, and
Within their soul feel no emotion, or
Inhale no heaven-born rapture?
And now
They walk within the breast of waters, and
Their hearts enjoy the blissful feeling of
A more close communion with the High and
Holy Author of their spirits. As if
The sun was the reflected countenance
Of the Almighty, in humble reverence
They turned their faces towards that glorious
Orb, whose effulgent beams, o'er each brow cast
An unearthly lustre, seeming to impart
To each, a ray divine, a hallowed gem
From a celestial casket,
They walk within the breast of waters, and
Their hearts enjoy the blissful feeling of
A more close communion with the High and
Holy Author of their spirits. As if
The sun was the reflected countenance
Of the Almighty, in humble reverence
They turned their faces towards that glorious
Orb, whose effulgent beams, o'er each brow cast
An unearthly lustre, seeming to impart
To each, a ray divine, a hallowed gem
From a celestial casket,
