A DRAMA OF EXILE.
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But the love-angels who came erst to us,
And when we said "God," fainted unawares
Back from our mortal presence unto God,
(As if He drew them inward in a breath)
His name being heard of them,—I think that they
With sliding voices lean from heavenly towers,
Invisible, hut gracious. Hark—how soft!
And when we said "God," fainted unawares
Back from our mortal presence unto God,
(As if He drew them inward in a breath)
His name being heard of them,—I think that they
With sliding voices lean from heavenly towers,
Invisible, hut gracious. Hark—how soft!
CHORUS OF INVISIBLE ANGELS.
Faint and tender.
Mortal man and woman,
Go upon your travel!
Heaven assist the Human
Smoothly to unravel
All that web of pain
Wherein ye are holden.
Do ye know our voices
Chanting down the Golden?
Do ye guess our choice is,
Being unbeholden,
To be harkened by you, yet again?
Go upon your travel!
Heaven assist the Human
Smoothly to unravel
All that web of pain
Wherein ye are holden.
Do ye know our voices
Chanting down the Golden?
Do ye guess our choice is,
Being unbeholden,
To be harkened by you, yet again?
This pure door of opal,
God hath shut between us;
Us, His shining people,—
Von, who once have seen us,
And are blinded new!
Yet, across the doorw'ay,
Past the silence reaching,
Farewells evermore may,
Blessing in the teaching,
Glide from us to you.
God hath shut between us;
Us, His shining people,—
Von, who once have seen us,
And are blinded new!
Yet, across the doorw'ay,
Past the silence reaching,
Farewells evermore may,
Blessing in the teaching,
Glide from us to you.
First semichorus.
Think how erst your Eden,
Day on day succeeding.
Think how erst your Eden,
Day on day succeeding.
