Blest be the God of Harmony and Love! The God above! And holy dove! Whose interceding, spiritual groans Make restless moans For dust and stones, For dust in every part, But a hard, stony heart. 2 O how in this thy choir of souls I stand (Propped by thy hand) A heap of sand! Which busy thoughts (like winds) would scatter quite And put to flight, But for thy might; Thy hand alone doth tame Those blasts, and knit my frame, 3 So that both stones and dust, and all of me Jointly agree To cry to thee, And in this music by thy Martyr's blood Sealed and made good Present, O God! The echo of these stones -- My sighs and groans. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THIS DARK HOUSE by EDWARD DAVISON THE SLAVE'S DREAM by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ON BOARD THE '76; WRITTEN FOR BRYANT'S SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL A DESCRIPTION OF SUCH A ONE AS HE WOULD LOVE by THOMAS WYATT THE ORPHAN'S COMPLAINT by ANNABEL HANNA BANES STANZAS ADDRESSED TO SOME FRIEND GOING TO THE SEA-SIDE by BERNARD BARTON |