Awake--again the Gospel-trump is blown -
From year to year it swells with louder tone,
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Why blow'st thou not, thou wintry wind,
Now every leaf is brown and sere,
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Soft cloud, that while the breeze of May
Chants her glad matins in the leafy arch,
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Blest are the pure in heart,
For they shall see our God;
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And when the Lord saw her, He had compassion on her, and said unto
her, Weep not. And He came and touched the bier; and they that
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I thought to meet no more, so dreary seem'd
Death's interposing veil, and thou so pure,
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Oh! say not, dream not, heavenly notes
To childish ears are vain,
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What sudden blaze of song
Spreads o'er th' expanse of Heaven?
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Is there, in bowers of endless spring,
One known from all the seraph band
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The prayers are o'er: why slumberest thou so long,
Thou voice of sacred song?
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The shadow of th' Almighty's cloud
Calm on this tents of Israel lay,
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When in my silent solitary walk,
I sought a strain not all unworthy Thee,
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Oh! day of days! shall hearts set free
No \
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At length the worst is o'er, and Thou art laid
Deep in Thy darksome bed;
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Prophet of God, arise and take
With thee the words of wrath divine,
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It is so--ope thine eyes, and see -
What viewest thou all around?
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Is this a time to plant and build,
Add house to house, and field to field,
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'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze,
Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
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Sweet nurslings of the vernal skies,
Bathed in soft airs, and fed with dew,
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Now is there solemn pause in earth and heaven;
The Conqueror now
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The historic Muse, from age to age,
Through many a waste heart-sickening page
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'Tis true, of old the unchanging sun
His daily course refused to run,
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First Father of the holy seed,
If yet, invoked in hour of need,
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Lessons sweet of spring returning,
Welcome to the thoughtful heart!
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Where is the land with milk and honey flowing,
The promise of our God, our fancy's theme?
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The shower of moonlight falls as still and clear
Upon this desert main
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