Illustrated
by
Frank T. Merrill. J. D. Woodward. F.Childe Hassam.
Drawn and Engraved under the supervision of
George T. Andrew.
Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze,
Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight
The last faint pulse of quivering light.
Sun of my soul ! Thou Saviour dear,
Is it not night if Thou be near:
Oh , may no earth born cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes !
When round Thy wonderous works below
My searching rapturous glance I throw,
Tracing out Wisdom, Power, and Love,
In earth or sky, in stream or grove ; -
In darkness and in weariness
The traveller on his way must press,
No gleam to watch on tree or tower,
Whiling away the lonesome hour.
Or by the light Thy words disclose
Watch Time's full river as it flows,
Scanning Thy gracious Provence,
Where not too deep for mortal sense :-
When with dear friends sweet talk I hold,
And all the flowers of life unfold; -
Let not my heart within me burn,
Except in all I thee discern.
1 comment:
I've done it again, forgotten that the background doesn't show on this blogger. Never mind just blue it out and you can see the words. But preferably go to http://dodiesdreamworld.zoomshare.com and you can see the complete, beautiful Hymn by the Rev. John Keble, with all the engravings.
Published in this edition by Griffith & Farran in 1884.
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