HAPPY choristers of air, Who by your nimble flight draw near His throne, whose wondrous story, And unconfined glory Your notes still carol, whom your sound, And whom your plumy pipes rebound. Yet do the lazy snails no less The greatness of our Lord confess, And those whom weight hath chain'd, And to the earth restrain'd, Their ruder voices do as well, Yea, and the speechless fishes tell. Great Lord, from whom each tree receives, Then pays again, as rent, his leaves; Thou dost in purple set The rose and violet, And giv'st the sickly lily white; Yet in them all Thy name dost write. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIZARD IN WORDS by MARIANNE MOORE MUJER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A SEA STORY by EMILY HENRIETTA HICKEY BALLAD OF THE WOMEN OF PARIS by FRANCOIS VILLON THE FIRST SNOW by J. B. BENTON |