| |
| DAUGHTER of God! that sitt’st on high | |
| Amid the dances of the sky, | |
| And guidest with thy gentle sway | |
| The planets on their tuneful way; | |
| Sweet Peace! shall ne’er again | 5 |
| The smile of thy most holy face, | |
| From thine ethereal dwelling-place, | |
| Rejoice the wretched, weary race | |
| Of discord-breathing men? | |
| Too long, O gladness-giving Queen! | 10 |
| Thy tarrying in heaven has been; | |
| Too long o’er this fair blooming world | |
| The flag of blood has been unfurled, | |
| Polluting God’s pure day; | |
| Whilst, as each maddening people reels, | 15 |
| War onward drives his scythèd wheels, | |
| And at his horses’ bloody heels | |
| Shriek Murder and Dismay. | |
| |
| Oft have I wept to hear the cry | |
| Of widow wailing bitterly; | 20 |
| To see the parent’s silent tear | |
| For children fallen beneath the spear; | |
| And I have felt so sore | |
| The sense of human guilt and woe, | |
| That I, in Virtue’s passioned glow, | 25 |
| Have cursed (my soul was wounded so) | |
| The shape of man I bore! | |
| Then come from thy serene abode, | |
| Thou gladness-giving child of God! | |
| And cease the world’s ensanguined strife, | 30 |
| And reconcile my soul to life; | |
| For much I long to see, | |
| Ere I shall to the grave descend, | |
| Thy hand its blessèd branch extend, | |
| And to the world’s remotest end | 35 |
| Wave Love and Harmony! | |
| |
