baptismal harmonies.

Triumphantly her music daunts the firmament and echoes against the dusks of the Unapproachable.

 

 

 

 

SONG OF THE SPIRIT OF CREATION

ONCE more the soft, terraqueous chaunt I hear In choral, and the nuptial planet-dance I mark. With puissant sceptre o'er each sphere, Life thrones in music and in wonder's trance. Hail! vessels solar and terrestrial, hail! Whose prows shall cross the dim, celestial bars With helm sidereal and cloudy sail, Bannered with youth and lanterned with the stars. What fates for ballast? by what voices grim And laughters urged, your astral course I mark,-- Warped to what ports remote your hulks shall swim Or anchor silent in what stagnant dark? Mine arms have raised you from the cosmic deep; Now Fire hath sprent his jewelled drops and sown Marvellous seeds whence beauty's plants shall creep Season to season weaving, zone to zone. Now sacerdotal Love shall shape and dye His forms within the house of joy and tears, And Birth shall bless and Death shall sanctify Earth's passion and her pageant through the years.

Down the everlasting, unchangeable cope the hymnal of Life is reft away.

But its music is showered over Earth.

It is prisoned in the sea-shells; the flowers garner it in their chalices.

It stirs in the heart of Man.

 

 

 

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