POETRY.
STANZAS.
While, through the regions of the skies,Unceasing Alleluias rise,Why are the songs on earth so few?And why not here unceasing too?O Thou, whom there they praise, once slain,But, living, and shall ever reign,In copious streams thy Spirit pour,And waken man from shore to shore;Then universal joy shall rise,And earth shall emulate the skies.Oh! the glad morning! when the songOf heavenly praise shall flow along,From beauteous field, and hill, and dale!When cedar mount, and olive vale,Shall burst in glorious singing forth;When east and west, and south and north,Have but one theme, The Lamb who died!The Conqueror, though crucified!Then rays from heaven on earth shall shine,And make these regions too—divine!
While, through the regions of the skies,Unceasing Alleluias rise,Why are the songs on earth so few?And why not here unceasing too?O Thou, whom there they praise, once slain,But, living, and shall ever reign,In copious streams thy Spirit pour,And waken man from shore to shore;Then universal joy shall rise,And earth shall emulate the skies.
Oh! the glad morning! when the songOf heavenly praise shall flow along,From beauteous field, and hill, and dale!When cedar mount, and olive vale,Shall burst in glorious singing forth;When east and west, and south and north,Have but one theme, The Lamb who died!The Conqueror, though crucified!Then rays from heaven on earth shall shine,And make these regions too—divine!
James Edmeston.Homerton.