Horace Holley
Renew the vision of delightBy vigil, praise and prayer,Till every sinew leaps in mightAnd every sense is fair.
Renew the vision of delightBy vigil, praise and prayer,Till every sinew leaps in mightAnd every sense is fair.
Renew the vision of delightBy vigil, praise and prayer,Till every sinew leaps in mightAnd every sense is fair.
Renew the vision of delight
By vigil, praise and prayer,
Till every sinew leaps in might
And every sense is fair.
TWILIGHT AT VERSAILLES
Unfold for men, O God, love’s true, creative day,To flower our barren souls by mellow sun and noon:The glory of old thought is still, and cold, and gray,Like gardens unrenewed beneath the sterile moon.
Unfold for men, O God, love’s true, creative day,To flower our barren souls by mellow sun and noon:The glory of old thought is still, and cold, and gray,Like gardens unrenewed beneath the sterile moon.
Unfold for men, O God, love’s true, creative day,To flower our barren souls by mellow sun and noon:The glory of old thought is still, and cold, and gray,Like gardens unrenewed beneath the sterile moon.
Unfold for men, O God, love’s true, creative day,
To flower our barren souls by mellow sun and noon:
The glory of old thought is still, and cold, and gray,
Like gardens unrenewed beneath the sterile moon.
Whate’er our joy compelled, men’s praise and blame fall hollow,A voice upon the winds that drown it as they blow:So fair a vision led, our thought was all to follow;So strong a passion urged, our will was all to go.
Whate’er our joy compelled, men’s praise and blame fall hollow,A voice upon the winds that drown it as they blow:So fair a vision led, our thought was all to follow;So strong a passion urged, our will was all to go.
Whate’er our joy compelled, men’s praise and blame fall hollow,A voice upon the winds that drown it as they blow:So fair a vision led, our thought was all to follow;So strong a passion urged, our will was all to go.
Whate’er our joy compelled, men’s praise and blame fall hollow,
A voice upon the winds that drown it as they blow:
So fair a vision led, our thought was all to follow;
So strong a passion urged, our will was all to go.