WHEN the great organs, answering each to each, Joined with the violin's celestial speech, Then did it seem that all the heavenly host Gave praise to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost: We saw the archangels through the ether winging; We heard their souls go forth in solemn singing; "Praise, praise to God," they sang, "through endless days; Praise to the Eternal One, and nought but praise;" And as they sang the spirits of the dying Were upward borne from lips that ceased their sighing; And dying was not death, but deeper living -- Living, and prayer, and praising and thanksgiving! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. CHARLES BLISS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BUCOLIC COMEDY: KING COPHETUA AND THE BEGGAR MAID by EDITH SITWELL FATIGUE; EPIGRAM by HILAIRE BELLOC KUBLA KHAN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE VIRTUE [OR, VERTUE] by GEORGE HERBERT |