Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Memorials of Theophilus Trinal, Student (1850). IV. The HeavenThomas Toke Lynch (18181871)
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Whose colour, soft and deep,
Compels a tear to every eye
That gazing long will keep;
Whose beauty rests so silently,
Like a maiden’s in a sleep.
Is of Thy love the token;
As sweet and deep as anciently,
Of stillness yet unbroken;
A love is imaged in the sky,
Too great to be outspoken.
Has meanings all Divine;
But oneness of the Infinite
Doth in the azure shine;
We seem to see Thee in the height,
Around we look on Thine.
We learn Thee part by part;
Thy world reveals to gradual sight
How manifold Thou art;
But read at once in heaven bright
Is the fulness of Thy heart.
Our heart and Thine seem near;
Thy love in ours is imaged true,
As skies in water clear;
Clouds come and pass, but still in view
The depths of heart appear.
As through the air a bell,
Or odour of a blossom new
Through all a hidden dell,
Spreads joy as deep as heaven’s hue,
Which utterance cannot tell.