New Poems by Francis Thompson
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Which round my stol-ed altars hold their solemn place,
Amen, amen! For oh, how could it be,-- When I with wing-ed feet had run Through all the windy earth about, Quested its secret of the sun, And heard what thing the stars together shout,-- I should not heed thereout Consenting counsel won:- 'By this, O Singer, know we if thou see. When men shall say to thee: Lo! Christ is here, When men shall say to thee: Lo! Christ is there, Believe them: yea, and this--then art thou seer, When all thy crying clear Is but: Lo here! lo there!--ah me, lo everywhere!' {1} The earth. NEW YEAR'S CHIMES. What is the song the stars sing? (And a million songs are as song of one.) This is the song the stars sing: Sweeter song's none. One to set, and many to sing, (And a million songs are as song of one), One to stand, and many to cling, The many things, and the one Thing, |
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