HAPPY choristers of air, Who by your nimble flight draw near His throne, whose wondrous story, And unconfined glory Your notes still carol, whom your sound, And whom your plumy pipes rebound. Yet do the lazy snails no less The greatness of our Lord confess, And those whom weight hath chain'd, And to the earth restrain'd, Their ruder voices do as well, Yea, and the speechless fishes tell. Great Lord, from whom each tree receives, Then pays again, as rent, his leaves; Thou dost in purple set The rose and violet, And giv'st the sickly lily white; Yet in them all Thy name dost write. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAILING BEYOND SEAS (OLD STYLE) by JEAN INGELOW TWO LIVES: CONCLUSION. INDIAN SUMMER by WILLIAM ELLERY LEONARD MAIDEN MELANCHOLY by RAINER MARIA RILKE THE ASYLUM by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE CELESTIAL COUNTRY by BERNARD OF CLUNY SUBWAY TRACK-WALKERS by DANA BURNET |