Earth has clear call of daily bells, A chancel-vault of gloom and star, A rapture where the anthems are, A thunder when the organ swells: Alas, man's daily life ''" what else? ''" Is out of tune with daily bells. While Paradise accords the chimes Of Earth and Heaven, its patient pause Is rest fulfilling music's laws. Saints sit and gaze, where oftentimes Precursive flush of morning climbs And air vibrates with coming chimes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOTHER WATCH by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST THE SIGN OF THE CROSS by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN SONNET: 35 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE BOY BRITTAN [FEBRUARY 8, 1862] by BYRON FORCEYTHE WILLSON THE ORPHAN'S COMPLAINT by ANNABEL HANNA BANES BOUTS RIMES IN PRAISE OF OLD MAIDS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ANNIVERSARIUM BAPTISMI (1) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |