Leave we awhile without the turmoil of the town; Leave we the sullen gloom, the faces full of care: Stay we awhile and dream, within this place of prayer, Leave we awhile without the turmoil of the town; Stay we, and pray, and dream: till in our hearts die down Leave we the sullen gloom, the faces full of care: Thoughts of the world, unkind and weary: till Christ crown Stay we awhile and dream, within this place of prayer, Laborious day with love. Hark! on the fragrant air, Stay we, and pray, and dream: till in our hearts die down Music of France, voices of France, fall piercing fair: Thoughts of the world, unkind and weary: till Christ crown Poor France, where Mary star shines, lest her children drown. Laborious day with love. Hark! on the fragrant air, Our Lady of France! dost thou inhabit here? Behold, Music of France, voices of France, fall piercing fair: What sullen gloom invests this city strange to thee! Poor France, where Mary's star shines, lest her children drown. In Seine, and pleasant Loire, thou gloriest from of old; Our Lady of France! dost thou inhabit here? Behold, Thou rulest rich Provence; lovest the Breton sea: What sullen gloom invests this city strange to thee! What dost thou far from home? Nay! here my children fold In Seine, and pleasant Loire, thou gloriest from of old; Their exiled hands in orison, and long for me. Thou rulest rich Provence; lovest the Breton sea: What dost thou far from home? Nay! here my children fold Their exiled hands in orison, and long for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WRITER'S JOURNAL: POSSESSION by BAYARD TAYLOR THE CANON OF AUGHRIM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE ROSARY by CHARLOTTE A. BRADSHAW WEE WILLIE GRAY by ROBERT BURNS LUDWIG OF BAVARIA by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |