NOBLY thy song, O minstrel! rushed to meet Th' Eternal on the pathway of the blast. With darkness round him as a mantle cast, And cherubim to waft his flying seat. Amidst the hills that smoked beneath his feet, With trumpet-voice thy spirit called aloud, And bade the trembling rocks his name repeat, And the bent cedars, and the bursting cloud. But far more gloriously to earth made known By that high strain, than by the thunder's tone, The flashing torrents, or the ocean's roll, Jehovah spake, through thee imbreathing fire, Nature's vast realms for ever to inspire With the deep worship of a living soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE CHURCH DOOR by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE CHINESE LAUNDRYMAN by KAREN SWENSON THE WILLIAM P. FRYE [FEBRUARY 28, 1915] by JEANNE ROBERT FOSTER LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE by ALFRED TENNYSON O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! by WALT WHITMAN |