Why should we faint and fear to live alone,
Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die?
Nor even the tenderest heart, and next our own,
Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh.
When Freedom from her mountain-height
Unfurled her standard to the air,
She tore the azure robe of night,
And set the stars of glory there.
She mingled with its gorgeous dyes
The milky baldric of the skies,
And striped its pure, celestial white
With streakings of the morning light.
Flag of the free heart's hope and home!
By angel hands to valour given!
Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,
And all thy hues were born in heaven.
Forever float that standard sheet!
Where breathes the foe but falls before us,
With Freedom's soil beneath our feet,
And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us?
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull catalogue of common things.
Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.
Bards of Passion and of Mirth,
Ye have left your souls on earth!
Have ye souls in heaven too?
At the piping of all hands,
When the judgment-signal's spread--
When the islands and the lands
And the seas give up their dead,
And the South and North shall come;
When the sinner is dismayed,
And the just man is afraid,
Then Heaven be thy aid,
Poor Tom.
That heavenly music! what is it I hear?
The notes of the harpers ring sweet in mine ear.
And, see, soft unfolding those portals of gold,
The King all arrayed in his beauty behold!
I remember, I remember
The fir-trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky;
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 't is little joy
To know I 'm farther off from heaven
Than when I was a boy.
O bed! O bed! delicious bed!
That heaven upon earth to the weary head!
He was a man
Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven
To serve the Devil in.
I fill this cup to one made up
Of loveliness alone,
A woman, of her gentle sex
The seeming paragon;
To whom the better elements
And kindly stars have given
A form so fair, that, like the air,
'T is less of earth than heaven.
She was our queen, our rose, our star;
And then she danced--O Heaven, her dancing!
The life of the husbandman,--a life fed by the bounty of earth and sweetened by the airs of heaven.
God may forgive sins, he said, but awkwardness has no forgiveness in heaven or earth.
Our glories float between the earth and heaven
Like clouds which seem pavilions of the sun.
As the diamond is the crystalline Revelator of the achromatic white light of Heaven, so is a perfect poem the crystalline revelation of the Divine Idea.
What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers
May be heaven's distant lamps.
Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate,
Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours
Weeping upon his bed has sate,
He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.
O Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth
To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth,
Leaving on craggy hills and running streams
A softness like the atmosphere of dreams.
Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.
I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.
Heaven was not Heaven if Phaon was not there.
From yon blue heaven above us bent,
The grand old gardener and his wife
Smile at the claims of long descent.
For men at most differ as heaven and earth,
But women, worst and best, as heaven and hell.
Let love be free; free love is for the best
And after heaven, on our dull side of death,
What should be best, if not so pure a love
Clothed in so pure a loveliness?
All the heavens
Opened and blazed with thunder such as seemed
Shoutings of all the sons of God.