Poems.
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If e'er the
Spirit of the Lord descended from on
High, methought I saw it then in holy
Radiance, illumining the placid brow
Of the officiator.
Spirit of the Lord descended from on
High, methought I saw it then in holy
Radiance, illumining the placid brow
Of the officiator.
Oh, may those souls
Who have themselves now consecrated to
The living God, e'er inhale from the pure
Fountain of eternal life, exhaustless
Streams of soul-sustaining food.
Who have themselves now consecrated to
The living God, e'er inhale from the pure
Fountain of eternal life, exhaustless
Streams of soul-sustaining food.
The rite was
O'er, the crowd dispersed, and where is now the
Pleasant picture that in bold relief, but
One short moment since had riveted our
Eyes? Gone! all gone! and like the morning mist,
Kissed by the rising sun, no trace remains
To our external senses.
O'er, the crowd dispersed, and where is now the
Pleasant picture that in bold relief, but
One short moment since had riveted our
Eyes? Gone! all gone! and like the morning mist,
Kissed by the rising sun, no trace remains
To our external senses.
But can it be
That no impression lingers on our minds?
There, there alone are we to seek effects
From outward causes. I trust that there were
Many 'mong that throng, who deeply felt the
Influence of that holy rite expand
And purify their souls: and may the word
Of God, falling like gentle dew from Heaven;
That no impression lingers on our minds?
There, there alone are we to seek effects
From outward causes. I trust that there were
Many 'mong that throng, who deeply felt the
Influence of that holy rite expand
And purify their souls: and may the word
Of God, falling like gentle dew from Heaven;
