I. IF souls could sing to heaven's high King As blackbirds pipe on earth, How those delicious courts would ring With gusts of lovely mirth! What white-robed throng could lift a song So mellow with righteous glee As this brown bird that all day long Delights my hawthorn tree. Hark! That's the thrush With speckled breast From yon white bush Chaunting his best, @3Te Deum! Te Deum laudamus!@1 II. If earthly dreams be touched with gleams Of Paradisal air, Some wings, perchance, of earth may glance Around our slumbers there; Some breaths of may might drift our way With scents of leaf and loam, Some whistling bird at dawn be heard From those old woods of home. Hark! That's the thrush With speckled breast From yon white bush Chaunting his best, @3Te Deum! Te Deum laudamus!@1 III. No King or priest shall mar my feast Where'er my soul may range. I have no fear of heaven's good cheer Unless our Master change. But when death's night is dying away, If I might choose my bliss, My love should say, at break of day, With her first waking kiss: -- Hark! That's the thrush With speckled breast, From yon white bush Chaunting his best, @3Te Deum! Te Deum laudamus!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IDEA: TO THE READER OF THESE SONNETS, INTRODUCTION by MICHAEL DRAYTON PARTED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MONTEREY [SEPTEMBER 23, 1846] by CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN THE SEVEN AGAINST THEBES: NEWS OF WAR by AESCHYLUS OH, LOVE THOU TOO! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE OLD SCHOOL HOUSE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. RUSTIC INTERIOR by JOHN ARMSTRONG |