Strong in the regal strength of love, Enthroned by native worth Her sway is held on earth: Whose soul looks downward from above
Exalted stars, whose power Brightens the brightest flower. Her beauty walks in happier grace Than lightly moving fawns
O'er old elm-shadowed lawns. A tenderness shows through her face, And like the morning's glow, Hints a full day below.
When site looks wide around the skies On the sun's dazzling track, And when shines softly back Its glory to her open eyes,
She fills our hearts and sight With wonder and delight. And when tired thought my sense benumbs, Or when past shadows roll
Their memories on my soul, Oft breaking through the darkness comes A solace and surprise, Her wonder-lighted eyes.
How grand and beautiful the love She silently conceals, Nor save in act reveals! She broods o'er kindness; as a dove
Sits musing in the nest Of the life beneath her breast. The ready freshness that was known In man's authentic prime,
The earliest breath of time, Throughout her household ways is shown; Mild greatness subtly wrought With quaint and childlike thought.
She sits to music: fingers fall, Air shakes; her lifted voice Makes flattered hope rejoice, And shivering through Time's phantom pall,
Its wavering rents display Dim splendour, far away; Where her perfection, glory-crowned, Shall rest in love for ever;
When mortal systems sever, And the orbed universe is drowned, Leaving the empty skies The blank of death-closed eyes.
Deep in this truth I root my trust; And know the dear One's praise, Her mutely gracious ways, When all her loveliness is dust
And mosses rase her name, Will bless our world the same. As scent of flowers her worth was born Her joyous goodness spread
Like music over head, Smiles now as smiles a plain of corn When in the winds of June, Lit by a shining noon.
A gap of sunlight in the storm; A blossom ere the spring; Immortal whispering; A spirit manifest through form
Which we can touch and kiss,— To life such beauty is. Ah! who can doubt, though he may doubt Our solid earth will run
A future round the sun, That gentle impulse given out Can never fail or die, But throbs eternally!
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