Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Roses Diary (1850). The day with light its genial self engirdsHenry Septimus Sutton (18251901)
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The trees are glad with fluty voices dear:—
“Thou art my God!”—When I say o’er those words,
I see a light beyond the day, and hear
Voices far richer than the songs of birds.
The thoughts I have are sweetest that can be;
My mind’s a cup with love above the brim;
Fine incense circles round whate’er I see;
In every sound I hear a holy hymn.
My Saviour Thou, the eternal Lord of all!
O thought which doth all other thought transcend,
Beneath whose stress well may I prostrate fall
In love and wonder which should know no end!