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"IN MY FATHER'S HOUSE ARE MANY MANSIONS."
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New York:
PARTRIDGE AND BRITTAN,
300 BROADWAY.
1854.
ENTERED, ACCORDING TO ACT OF CONGRESS, IN THE YEAR 1854 BY
THOMAS L. HARRIS
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Hid away
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To espy
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Flowers of gold in poet's breast;
By what art are drest
Angel thoughts in words of time,
Angel songs in outward rhyme?
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We the spell
May not reveal,
Lovers tell
Not what they feel.
Sweetest flowers in garland twine,
Sweetest breath hath maiden thine;
Thou dost not the crown disown,
Though by thee no seeds were sown,
Or the garland pluck apart,
Since not thine the twiner's art.
Bridal kiss is sweet to thee,
Though the lips thou canst not see.
Virgin not the less divine,
Coming from an unknown clime.
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Love is strong,
Heaven is Love's eternity.
Who would not love deathlessly?
Love is wise,
Walks the skies,
Beautiful immortally,"
Thus the Angels sing for thee.
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PALLAS.
LYRIC OF THE MORNING LAND.
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Mournfully, O mournfully,
Chant the dirge and toll the bell
Earth is but a burial-shell,
That enfolds us ere we die.
All things round us grieve and weep,
While the death-worms toward us creep.
Setting stars our setting see;
Phantoms of the night are we.
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And the trumpets that blow when the Battle's red star
'Whelms the world with its blood, as it bursts from afar;
And the bugles that peal
To the crossing of steel,
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Grief is far.
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Elemental harmonies
Thrill the heart, the lips, the eyes;
We are wiser than our speech;
Hearts inspired through silence teach
Their divinest lore; they spell
Mystic truths no tongue may tell.
We are fairer than our guise;
In heart-life our beauty lies,
From heart-love our beauty flows,
But heart-essence inly glows.
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THE SUN.
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I AM a Spirit; over me
Bends the white Heaven, one and three;
I am an Angel, and my face
Illuminates material space;
I am a Seraph, and I move
Creation with my heart of love;
Soul, Spirit, Glory, three in one,
I reign and rule, and am the Sun.
Three heavens within my splendor lie;
Three separate spheres of Earth and sky;
Three separate landscapes deck my globe,
Ana three-fold shines my radiant robe.
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As Two-in-one, as Two-in-one,
In vision once I saw them all
In music circle round the Sun,
Throned each upon its emerald ball.
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Separate Fairy-races
Fill with varying song
All celestial spaces;
But the sweetest throng
The portals of the Day, and unto Morn belong.
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Romance, who first on Earth began,
Translated to the Heavenly Choir,
Shines in the rainbow's perfect span,
And moves in all the solar fire.
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She comes, she comes! her white arms bear
My heaven-born soul to Heaven's repose;
Immortal joys bloom fragrant there,
And Life Divine my bosom knows.
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T HE external history of this Poem, from its inception to its
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