THY thoughts are here, my God, Expressed in words divine, The utterance of heavenly lip In every sacred line. Across the ages they Have reached us from afar, Than the bright gold more golden they, Purer than purest star. More durable they stand Than the eternal hills; Far sweeter and more musical Than music of earth's rills. Fairer in their fair hues Than the fresh flowers of earth, More fragrant than the fragrant climes Where odors have their birth. Each word of thine a gem From the celestial mines, A sunbeam from that holy heaven Where holy sunlight shines. Thine, thine, this book, though given In man's poor human speech, Telling of things unseen, unheard, Beyond all human reach. No strength it craves or needs From this world's wisdom vain; No fillings up from human wells, Or sublunary rain. No light from sons of time, Nor brilliance from its gold; It sparkles with its own glad light, As in the ages old. A thousand hammers keen, With fiery force and strain, Brought down on it in rage and hate, Have struck this gem in vain. Against this sea-swept rock Ten thousand storms their will Of foam and rage have wildly spent; It lifts its calm face still. It standeth and will stand, Without or change or age, The word of majesty and light, The church's heritage. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENING by GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE TWILIGHT AT THE HEIGHTS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 90. 'RETRO ME, SATHANA!' by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: DEDICATORY SONNET by EDMUND SPENSER CITY LYRICS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS IN THE ST. GOTTHARDT PASS by MATHILDE BLIND |