Alec de Candole

O Sleep, sweet sleep, come over me.
And waft me to the land of dreams.
Where everywhere flow copious streams
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I have not lived in vain, if one of men,
Who trod the earth and breathed the air with me,
Have felt the touch of man's divinity
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In that rough barn we knelt, and took and ate
Simply together there the bread divine.
The body of God made flesh, and drank in wine
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Not once, but often, Truth has been rewarded
With fiercest hatred, foulest calumny,
While Vice has reigned supreme, by men belauded,
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O God, for Truth, or some faint glimpse of Truth,
To smite through mists of night, and pierce the sense,
And drive away the dreary vast offence
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— THE old, the bitter, everlasting Why,
That rises ever to the throne of God,
His human creatures' wail. And some have cursed
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And if a bullet in the midst of strife
Should still the pulse of this unquiet life
Twere well: be death an everlasting rest,
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As one that stands upon the beetling sheer
Of some dread precipice, when midmost night
With whelming dark has hidden from his sight
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As one who wanders on a desert plain.
An arid waste of dead sterility,
Then finds a green oasis suddenly.
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Changeful with glow and chequered shade, a sight
Now gloom'd with grief, and now with joy elate,
How strange, how sweet, is life, how poised our ...
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For them, the bitterness of death is past ;
For us, we know not how our lot is cast,
To live or die, or worse, to suffer pain,
That rends and t ...
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Hast thou beheld a night of burning stars?
With ev'n such silent eyes does GOD behold
The world and all its sorrows from of old,
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Here's to the glory of life, to the good and the ill that we know
To the loves and the passions of men as they move and they live,
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The breath of God, a wind from heaven's throne,
Like friendship's sweetness, and like pain's sharp strength,
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The soil of the land is holy,
Sacred to love and laughter.
But 't will only light the lowly,
Our skyey temple-rafter.
Others will deem the sc ...
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The sunset clouds are glowing blue and red ;
Methinks they speak of past and future fate ;
For like blue hills behind I leave the state
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The truth of God is known,
'Give up,' some cry, 'thy own
Weak thought ;
Learn what thou ought,'
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The wind that blustered yestermorn,
And swept the ground and shook the treetops,
Then, howling, to the hills forlorn
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We gaze upon the apple-flower in bud,
Knowing decay will brown the pink-hued bloom
We see a summer morning's sunshine-flood,
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TOGETHER we are glad and sing today,
Exulting in the birth of that sweet Child
Who to God's Father-heart has reconciled
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