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"OREMUS"[1]
Oremus. Lo, the infant morn
Is in the curtain'd orient born,
And fleet the volumed mists away
Before th' exulting eye of day.
High soar the birds, the groves rejoice,
Mute Nature smiles to hear their voice,
Smiles through the crystal streams that shine,
And through the flowers their banks that line.
O man, creation's noblest heir,
Pour'st thou to God no grateful prayer?
Lift up the heart, his word believe,
And freely as ye ask, receive.
Is in the curtain'd orient born,
And fleet the volumed mists away
Before th' exulting eye of day.
High soar the birds, the groves rejoice,
Mute Nature smiles to hear their voice,
Smiles through the crystal streams that shine,
And through the flowers their banks that line.
O man, creation's noblest heir,
Pour'st thou to God no grateful prayer?
Lift up the heart, his word believe,
And freely as ye ask, receive.
Oremus. Noon is riding high,
The manhood of the day is nigh,
The hour of fervour and of care;
Haste where cool shades thy strength repair,
Where clustering vines, and boughs that weep,
Shall lull thy weariness to sleep.
Know'st thou that cordial balm to gain
Which sooths the broken spirit's pain?
Know'st thou where grows the living bread?
Where Heaven's unrusting gold is spread?
Where hides the spell that heals the blind?
Go, seek the key of Heaven, and find.
The manhood of the day is nigh,
The hour of fervour and of care;
Haste where cool shades thy strength repair,
Where clustering vines, and boughs that weep,
Shall lull thy weariness to sleep.
Know'st thou that cordial balm to gain
Which sooths the broken spirit's pain?
Know'st thou where grows the living bread?
Where Heaven's unrusting gold is spread?
Where hides the spell that heals the blind?
Go, seek the key of Heaven, and find.
- ↑ "Let us pray."
