Classic Poem

I HAVE trembled with emotion,
Bending at thy holy shrine;
And my heart's absorb'd devotion
Lord, hath been entirely thine!
I have pour'd my soul before Thee,
Spirit-humbled on my knees;
And have waken'd to adore Thee,
All my being's energies.

I have laid my wearied head
On thy sacred book of rest,
When my quivering lips have read
The high promise of the blest.
Nature faints beneath the splendour
Of thine unveil'd words of truth;
While to that pure pledge I render
The deep homage of my youth.

Thro' the mists of earthly sorrow
I have raised mine eyes to Thee,
And have mark'd a happier morrow,
Bosom'd in eternity;
There in ceaseless splendour beaming,
Lie the scenes of blessedness;
Floods of light with rapture streaming,
Glories — nothing can express!

I HAVE trembled with emotion,
Bending at thy holy shrine;
And my heart's absorb'd devotion
Lord, hath been entirely thine!
I have pour'd my soul before Thee,
Spirit-humbled on my knees;
And have waken'd to adore Thee,
All my being's energies.

I have laid my wearied head
On thy sacred book of rest,
When my quivering lips have read
The high promise of the blest.
Nature faints beneath the splendour
Of thine unveil'd words of truth;
While to that pure pledge I render
The deep homage of my youth.

Thro' the mists of earthly sorrow
I have raised mine eyes to Thee,
And have mark'd a happier morrow,
Bosom'd in eternity;
There in ceaseless splendour beaming,
Lie the scenes of blessedness;
Floods of light with rapture streaming,
Glories — nothing can express!