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Down and Up.
But up, from window high, a world I know
Of budding elms, and swaying branches green,
And myriad interlacing boughs between
Fair openings that the blue of Heaven show:
No sound save chirp and song of happy bird,
And winged fluttering aloft is heard.
Of budding elms, and swaying branches green,
And myriad interlacing boughs between
Fair openings that the blue of Heaven show:
No sound save chirp and song of happy bird,
And winged fluttering aloft is heard.
Once, in a darkened room, at dusk of day,
From mullioned window came a beam of light,
Falling alone on marble statue white,
Bathing its noble face in sunset ray.
In golden glory on the shaded room,
Serene it shone above the twilight gloom,
Like soul that knows the troubled scenes below,
But dwells aloft in Heaven's celestial glow!
From mullioned window came a beam of light,
Falling alone on marble statue white,
Bathing its noble face in sunset ray.
In golden glory on the shaded room,
Serene it shone above the twilight gloom,
Like soul that knows the troubled scenes below,
But dwells aloft in Heaven's celestial glow!
