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A Heaven as bright, as blue, as mild, as calm, As thine own eye; the sun hath passed away, But left his mantle of transparent light To deck the gorgeous west, amid whose bright And purple depths I see a floating speck Of purest white, and now ’tis fixed, and now Swells into clearest beauty—’tis a star, Whose trembling orb seems shrinking from the light, Like a rebuked seraph’s eye, when drooped ’Neath the chastising glance; a bright ray shoots Up from its centre; gradual the star Severs before that ray, it parts—it spreads— And from its heart comes forth a gliding form, Surpassing all my mortal thought of beauty:— ***** ’Tis Hope! the enduring angel he has deigned To send upon the earth, that she may be Your comforter, that when despair comes down Upon your spirit, ye may flee to her, And in her cradling arms of safest rest Lay down your wearied heads upon her heart, Till your own souls have caught the light of hers; ’Tis she, whose fervent voice, and star-like eye, Shall string you to your toil of wrestling with The care of being; blessed be the name Of Him, whose mercy hath thus given ye A beacon to your path!
A Heaven as bright, as blue, as mild, as calm, As thine own eye; the sun hath passed away, But left his mantle of transparent light To deck the gorgeous west, amid whose bright And purple depths I see a floating speck Of purest white, and now ’tis fixed, and now Swells into clearest beauty—’tis a star, Whose trembling orb seems shrinking from the light, Like a rebuked seraph’s eye, when drooped ’Neath the chastising glance; a bright ray shoots Up from its centre; gradual the star Severs before that ray, it parts—it spreads— And from its heart comes forth a gliding form, Surpassing all my mortal thought of beauty:— ***** ’Tis Hope! the enduring angel he has deigned To send upon the earth, that she may be Your comforter, that when despair comes down Upon your spirit, ye may flee to her, And in her cradling arms of safest rest Lay down your wearied heads upon her heart, Till your own souls have caught the light of hers; ’Tis she, whose fervent voice, and star-like eye, Shall string you to your toil of wrestling with The care of being; blessed be the name Of Him, whose mercy hath thus given ye A beacon to your path!
In print by 1888 AD · industrial
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- Constantia Louisa Reddell (identity unresolved)
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- In print by 1888 AD · industrial
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- A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations (catalogued1888) (1888 AD)
Page 307 · printed citation: Constantia Louisa Reddell · subject: HOPE
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