The stars are clear and frosty, and the Earth
Is laid in her first sleep, secure and calm;
The glorious works of God, as at the first,
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'RISE,' said the Master, 'come unto the feast.'
She heard the call and rose with willing feet;
But thinking it not otherwise than meet
For such a bidding to put on her best,
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The cowslip standeth in the grass,
The primrose in the budding grove
Hath laid her pale fair breast
On the green sward to rest:
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I was a young fair tree:
Each spring with quivering green
My boughs were clad; and far
Down the deep vale, a light
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While our shrub--walks darken,
And the stars get bright aloft,
Still we sit and hearken
To the music low and soft;
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In token that thou shalt not fear
Christ crucified to own,
We print the Cross upon thee here,
And stamp thee his alone.
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Thus sung I in these grounds erewhile, perchance
Tempted by sudden aptitude of words
Into that measure which least pleaseth me,
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I have found Peace in the bright earth
And in the sunny sky:
By the low voice of summer seas,
And where streams murmur by;
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When I am in my grave,
The busy clouds will wander on;
This Moon, that silver--tips each dancing wave,
Will shine as it hath shone.
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By Babylon streams we sat us down and wept,
When we remembered Zion mournfully;
As for our harps, we hanged them up
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