SOFT thro' the chancel casement, The moonbeams silver light Falls on the silent organ And o'er the head so white, Of him who sits at the keyboard In all the world alone, And waits the spirits calling To wake its solemn tone. With loving touch he wakens Low tender chords to life, As tho' of angels weeping O'er earth's dark sin and strife. While mid the thronging shadows, Sad voices wailed and fled, The music died to silence, Low dropped the tired head. Then welled thro' the starry pathway A pean so sweet and long, It seemed as tho' the organ Sobbed forth its soul in song. And on the wondrous music His soul to Heaven hath flown To swell for aye the anthems Before the great white Throne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST by RUDYARD KIPLING ADDRESS TO THE OCEAN by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER A THOUGHT ON DEATH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD RETURN TO TOMHANICK by ANN ELIZA BLEECKER MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: FRIDAY by JOHN BYROM MOONLIGHT by JEREMIAH JOSEPH CALLANAN |