UNHEARD HINTS.
FROM invisible belfries, high-domed in the soul,
Ring the "beautiful bells" of our hopes;
And mortals, with vision transcendent, behold
The hands that are pulling the ropes.
Ring the "beautiful bells" of our hopes;
And mortals, with vision transcendent, behold
The hands that are pulling the ropes.
Silver-stranded the ropes, and so daintily strung
From our souls to the Soul of the earth,
That the angels are pale in their watching, lest one
Ring a dissonance—jarred by our mirth.
From our souls to the Soul of the earth,
That the angels are pale in their watching, lest one
Ring a dissonance—jarred by our mirth.
Would ye hear the mute music and drink all the sweet
That floods in on the tide of the New?
Be ye still as the stillness that sandals the feet
Of a blush on the cheek or a star in the dew!
That floods in on the tide of the New?
Be ye still as the stillness that sandals the feet
Of a blush on the cheek or a star in the dew!
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