Quotes
Quotes - Heber
Failed the bright promise of your early day.
No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung;
Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.
Majestic silence!
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid.
By cool Siloam's shady rill
How sweet the lily grows!
When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.
Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb.
Thus heavenly hope is all serene,
But earthly hope, how bright soe'er,
Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene,
As false and fleeting as 't is fair.
From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand.
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile.
I see them on their winding way,
About their ranks the moonbeams play.
No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung, Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung. Majestic silence.
Then on! then on! where duty leads, My course be onward still.
Failed the bright promise of your early day?
We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse.
Before, beside us, and above The firefly lights his lamp of love.
The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.
When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile; In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.
