Henry Alford Poems

I. The air--god raineth: through the sky
The air--god raineth: through the sky
Comes down the tempest mightily;
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I. Hesperus, thou bringest near
Hesperus, thou bringest near
All that garish day
Scattered far away:
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I.

That wrath divine I sing, whose bitter curse
Weighed heavy on the race chosen of God;
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A vision of the bright Shiraz, of Persian bards the theme:
The vine with bunches laden hangs o'er the crystal stream;
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Ilion, along whose streets in olden days
Shone that divinest form, for whose sweet face
A monarch sire, with all his kingly race,
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Where thickest on that eastward hill the grassy mounds are piled,
We laid him till the glorious morn beside his waiting child:
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Thou that art the Father's Word,
Thou that art the Lamb of God,
Thou that art the Virgin's Son,
Thou that savest souls undone,
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Stand up before your God
You army bold and bright,
Saints martyrs and confessors
In your robes of white;
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Rise and depart, thou highly--favoured one,
From the sad cross, by thine adopted led:
Enough of bitter tears hath now been shed:
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``One Lord, one faith, one baptism:'' where are these?
``One body and one bread:''--I see it not:
For in the impotence of human thought
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