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Ye stars! bright legions that before all time, Camped on yon plain of sapphire, what shall tell Your burning myriads, but the eye of Him, Who bade thro’ heaven your golden chariots wheel, Yet who earth-born can see your hosts, nor feel Immortal impulses—Eternity? What wonder if the o’erwrought soul should reel With its own weight of thought, and the wild eye See fate within your tracks of sleepless glory lie? For ye behold the Mightiest. From that steep What ages have ye worshipped round your King, Ye heard his trumpet sounded o’er the deep Of earth:—ye heard the morning angels sing. Upon that orb now o’er me quivering, The gaze of Adam fixed from Paradise? The wanderers of the deluge saw it spring Above the mountain’s surge, and hailed its rise, Lighting their lonely track with hope’s celestial dyes. On Calvary shot down that purple eye, When, but the soldier and the sacrifice, All were departed.—Mount of Agony! But Time’s broad pinion, ere the giant dies, Shall cloud your clime.—Ye fruitage of the skies, Your vineyard shall be shaken! From your urn, Censers of heaven, no more shall glory rise Your incense to the throne! The heavens shall burn! For all your pomps are dust, and shall to dust return.
Ye stars! bright legions that before all time, Camped on yon plain of sapphire, what shall tell Your burning myriads, but the eye of Him, Who bade thro’ heaven your golden chariots wheel, Yet who earth-born can see your hosts, nor feel Immortal impulses—Eternity? What wonder if the o’erwrought soul should reel With its own weight of thought, and the wild eye See fate within your tracks of sleepless glory lie? For ye behold the Mightiest. From that steep What ages have ye worshipped round your King, Ye heard his trumpet sounded o’er the deep Of earth:—ye heard the morning angels sing. Upon that orb now o’er me quivering, The gaze of Adam fixed from Paradise? The wanderers of the deluge saw it spring Above the mountain’s surge, and hailed its rise, Lighting their lonely track with hope’s celestial dyes. On Calvary shot down that purple eye, When, but the soldier and the sacrifice, All were departed.—Mount of Agony! But Time’s broad pinion, ere the giant dies, Shall cloud your clime.—Ye fruitage of the skies, Your vineyard shall be shaken! From your urn, Censers of heaven, no more shall glory rise Your incense to the throne! The heavens shall burn! For all your pomps are dust, and shall to dust return.
In print by 1888 AD · industrial
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- In print by 1888 AD · industrial
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- A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations (catalogued1888) (1888 AD)
Page 569 · printed citation: Croly · subject: STARS
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