| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | | I. Thou art, O God, the life and light | | By Thomas Moore (17791852) |
| | | THOU art, O God, the life and light | |
| Of all this wondrous world we see: | |
| Its glow by day, its smile by night, | |
| Are but reflections caught from Thee: | |
| Whereer we turn, Thy glories shine, | 5 |
| And all things fair and bright are Thine. | |
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| When day with farewell beam delays | |
| Among the opening clouds of even, | |
| And we can almost think we gaze | |
| Through golden vistas into heaven, | 10 |
| Those hues, that make the suns decline | |
| So soft, so radiant, Lord! are Thine. | |
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| When night, with wings of starry gloom, | |
| Oershadows all the earth and skies, | |
| Like some dark, beauteous bird whose plume | 15 |
| Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, | |
| That sacred gloom, those fires divine, | |
| So grand, so countless, Lord! are Thine. | |
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| When youthful Spring; around us breathes, | |
| Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh, | 20 |
| And every flower the Summer wreathes | |
| Is born beneath that kindling eye, | |
| Whereer we turn, Thy glories shine, | |
| And all things fair and bright are Thine. | | | | |
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