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Translated by Isaac Williams
WHO hither comes from shrines of the dark wood, | |
| With voice that sternly cries; and as he goes | |
| Hang on his words a growing multitude? | |
| His is no brow that swells with fancied woes, | |
| Nurs’d in a palace or a court’s repose: | 5 |
| No reed is he which to the moaning gale | |
| Waves its tall shadow in the moonlight pale. | |
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| For thrice-ten years in desert haunts profound | |
| He hath been rear’d to holy hardihood, | |
| And the deep wild now hears again the sound | 10 |
| Of her Elijah in the solitude; | |
| Who with his spirit bold, and might endued | |
| The thunders of God’s law proclaims aloud, | |
| To soldier, Pharisee, and humble crowd. | |
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| And now admitted to the kingly hall | 15 |
| Unto the subtle tyrant he draws near; | |
| No coward fears the Prophet’s heart appal, | |
| No courtly favour wins, nor listening ear | |
| His holy admonitions glad to hear; | |
| But e’en in kingly ears, severe and free, | 20 |
| He warning speaks of foul adultery. | |
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| To Thee, O God, the Father, Spirit, Son, | |
| To Thee, O holy, holy, holy Three, | |
| To Thee, O blessed Three, O awful One, | |
| O Thou who dwellest in eternity, | 25 |
| All love, all might, all glory be to Thee, | |
| A sacrifice to Thee our hearts we raise, | |
| Make Thou them meet to sing Thine endless praise. | |
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