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FABER'S HYMNS. |
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But I guess by the stir of this music What raptures in Heaven can be,
Where the sound is Thy marvellous stillness, And the music is light out of Thee. |
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THE STARRY SKIES.
The starry skies, they rest, my soul,
Its chains of care unbind, And with the dew of cooling thoughts
Refresh my sultry mind.
And, like a bird amidst the boughs,
I rest, and sing, and rest, Among those bright dissevered worlds,
As safe as in a nest.
And oft I think the starry sprays Swing with me where I light,
While brighter branches lure me o'er New gulfs of purple night.
Yes, something draws me upward there As morning draws the lark ;
Only my spell, whate'er it is, Works better in the dark. |
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