| Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922. | | | | Hymn to Horus | | By Mathilde Blind (1841–1896) |
| | | HAIL, God revived in glory! | |
| The night is over and done; | |
| Far mountains wrinkled and hoary, | |
| Fair cities great in story, | |
| Flash in the rising sun. | 5 |
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| The young-eyed Day uncloses | |
| Curtains of filmy lawn, | |
| And blossoming like roses | |
| The Wilderness reposes | |
| Beneath the Rose of Dawn. | 10 |
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| Hail, golden House of Horus, | |
| Lap of heav’n’s holiest God! | |
| From lotus-banks before us | |
| Birds in ecstatic chorus | |
| Fly, singing, from the sod. | 15 |
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| Up, up, into the shining | |
| Translucent morning sky, | |
| No longer dull and pining, | |
| With drooping wings declining, | |
| The storks and eagles fly. | 20 |
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| The Nile amid his rushes | |
| Reflects thy risen disk; | |
| A light of gladness gushes | |
| Thro’ kindling halls, and flushes | |
| Each flaming Obelisk. | 25 |
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| Vast temples catch thy splendour; | |
| Vistas of columns shine | |
| Celestial, with a tender | |
| Rose-bloom on every slender | |
| Papyrus-pillar’d shrine. | 30 |
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| In manifold disguises | |
| And under many names, | |
| Thrice-holy son of Isis, | |
| We worship him who rises | |
| A Child-god fledged in flames. | 35 |
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| Hail, sacred Hawk, who winging | |
| Crossest the heavenly sea! | |
| With harp-playing, with singing, | |
| With linen robes white-clinging, | |
| We come, fair God, to thee. | 40 |
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| Thou, whom our soul espouses, | |
| When weary of the way, | |
| Enter our golden houses, | |
| And with thy mystic spouses | |
| Rest from the long, long way! | 45 | | | |
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