Poems (Coolidge)/Heart-Throbs
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HEART-THROBS
Of all earthly music that which reaches farthest into heaven is the beating of a loving heart.
—Beecher.
—Beecher.
Long time ago, my restless will
Knew not the calm of inward peace;
No thought of thee did love instill,
No word of thine had power to thrill,
Nor would the tumult cease.
Knew not the calm of inward peace;
No thought of thee did love instill,
No word of thine had power to thrill,
Nor would the tumult cease.
Long time ago, upon life's sea
My soul was tempest-tossed;
The heaven where I fain would be
Too distant seemed to harbor me,
I, rudderless, was lost.
My soul was tempest-tossed;
The heaven where I fain would be
Too distant seemed to harbor me,
I, rudderless, was lost.
But now, my heart-throbs sink and swell
In sweetest chime, as joy-bells ring;
Of thy dear love my life would tell,
I, where thou art, delight to dwell,
My Saviour and my King.
In sweetest chime, as joy-bells ring;
Of thy dear love my life would tell,
I, where thou art, delight to dwell,
My Saviour and my King.
Of earthly music none so sweet
As that the loving heart may voice
The cadence reverent lips repeat,
The rhythm learned at Jesus' feet,
Thus—may the soul rejoice.
As that the loving heart may voice
The cadence reverent lips repeat,
The rhythm learned at Jesus' feet,
Thus—may the soul rejoice.