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HARMONY, by THOMAS GRANT SPRINGER First Line: In the far spaces of eternity Last Line: In their grand anthem discord has no place. | ||||||||
In the far spaces of eternity The planets swing, each following some sun. In perfect rhythm, each and every one, The singing spheres keep time to harmony. And this, our little earth, swings with its moon To the sure rhythm of the Master Hand Whose unseen movements are Divine command To which the silent symphony must attune. One discord and the Universe would fall; One false note in the measured march of Time, One halt, one pause in rhythm or in rhyme, And then wild chaos would engulf us all. But still they move in perfect harmony, The near, cold moon, the farthest, unseen star; There is perfection in each note and bar Of the great paeon of eternity. Only we trivial crawlers on the earth Abound in discord, jangle out of tune, Defy the majesty of night and noon, And mock the very symphony of birth. But still the singing spheres swing on through space And heed us not, for in their harmony No muted echoes come from such as we -- In their grand anthem discord has no place. | Other Poems of Interest...JANGLING MEMORY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS (A CAT'S TALE, WITH ADDITIONS) by ELIZA LEE CABOT FOLLEN THE SIFTING OF PETER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 123 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IN EMULATION OF MR. COWLEYS POEM CALL'D THE MOTTO by MARY ASTELL |
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