@3(Prestissimo)@1 Some who hear are rapt away From the environment of clay, Borne on wings of rapture From Earth's trifling toys, Ready to recapture Something of Heaven's joys Which they long had lost At such bitter cost — Borne beyond the evening star Infinitely far To the pearly gates Where the Flame-guard waits Each with his flashing scimitar! Oh, the soul's attunèd ear Songs of heavenly choirs may hear Praise to God forth-pouring, Set to harps of gold Struck by rapt adoring Angel hosts white-stoled, While the crystalline Harmonies divine Of the far-revolving spheres, Carrying golden years, Swell like organ-notes, And above all floats Love's eternal hymn of joys and tears. Master Bach, this was thy power! Before thine organ seated Didst thou make music flower Like radiant many-prismed blossoms In sterile human bosoms! Oh, miracle repeated A thousand times in thy dear life; When men defeated, Undone by strife, New courage gained, New hopes conceived; When hearts sin-stained Once more believed That purity might be attained! When Love, heart-banisht Exile with broken wings, Mourning her Eden vanisht Once more to Hope's hand clings! And sees a beauteous vision Of joy elysian, Crowned with immortal rays, And with an infinite yearning Beholds the sweet returning Of paradisal days! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EACH IN HIS OWN TONGUE by WILLIAM HERBERT CARRUTH ACHIEVEMENT by MORRIS ABEL BEER PSALM 23 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE EPITAPH ON BREWER GABRIAL by ROBERT BURNS EARLY WINTER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON MOTHER'S WORK by MARY FRANCES MARSHALL BUTTS |