ARISE and sing, thou deathless melody— Life's blended song— Bearing on wings of sound aloft with thee A mortal throng. Lo, living yet, beloved, lingering strain, My harp of old, Voice of a patience that hath borne the pain Of years untold! Each olden chord awaketh, every tone, Soaring at length, Mingling a mighty gladness with a groan Of fallen strength. Angels be gathering Earth's ascending prayer, That, heavenward bound, Shall deck the Throne with wreathed garlands fair Of wafted sound. Song of the ages, lo! the fettered soul Shall break its bond, And, wrapt in thee, look forth upon the whole Of Heaven beyond. Sing on, sweet minstrel, thine immortal song— My harp for aye, Vision of hope to men that live and long And pass away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF RICHARD WEST by THOMAS GRAY CRADLE SONG (TO A TUNE OF BLAKE'S): 2 by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE EPITAPH ON CHARLES II by JOHN WILMOT ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 10. TO THOMAS EDWARDS, ON ... POPE'S WORKS by MARK AKENSIDE |