Earth has clear call of daily bells, A chancel-vault of gloom and star, A rapture where the anthems are, A thunder when the organ swells: Alas, man's daily life ''" what else? ''" Is out of tune with daily bells. While Paradise accords the chimes Of Earth and Heaven, its patient pause Is rest fulfilling music's laws. Saints sit and gaze, where oftentimes Precursive flush of morning climbs And air vibrates with coming chimes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOUL'S EXPRESSION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CORIDON'S SONG (IN ISAAK WALTON'S 'COMPLEAT ANGLER') by JOHN CHALKHILL THE BANNER OF THE JEW by EMMA LAZARUS LITTLE GIFFEN by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR THE SWAN SONG OF PARSON AVERY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE LIVING GOD by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA OUR WEAKNESS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |