STANZAS.
Reading edition
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BY MRS. O. M. P. LORD.
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There’s music in thy voice, love;
Such notes have never been
Since years and years ago, love,
God’s angels talked with men;
It never chides nor blames, love,
But always seeks to praise.
In truth such gentle speech, love.
Thy native land betrays.
Like summer cloud thy brow, love.
And hue of summer sky,
As ocean gives it back, love,
Dwells in that tender eye;
The heaven without looks in, love,
And sees its image there;
The heaven within looks out, love,
So wondrous clear and fair.
Soon, soon, we all must sleep, love,
Through long and dreamless night;
And, waking, find these robes, love,
So changed, so clear and white;
But thou, so pure and free, love,
Thy garb from earthly stain,
E’en as thou laid’st it down, love,
Will take it up again.