I.
In the ancient house of ages,
See, they cannot rest!
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Roses all the rosy way!
Roses to the rosier west
Where the roses of the day
Cling to night's unrosy breast!
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I.
We bore him through the golden land,
One early harvest morn;
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I.
O night, send up the harvest moon
To walk about the fields,
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Oh! is it Death that comes
To have a foretaste of the whole?
To-night the planets and the stars
Will glimmer through my window-bars
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I cannot praise thee. By his instrument
The master sits, and moves nor foot nor hand;
For see the organ-pipes this, that way bent,
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On the far horizon there
Heaps of cloudy darkness rest;
Though the wind is in the air
There is stupor east and west.
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'Shew us the Father.' Chiming stars of space,
And lives that fit the worlds, and means and powers,
A Thought that holds them up reveal to ours-
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In that high country whither thou art gone,
Right noble friend, thou walkest with thy peers,
The gathered great of many a hundred years!
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Oh holy Sabbath bells,
Ye have a pleasant voice!
Through all the land your music swells,
And man with one commandment tells
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