| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Rose’s Diary (1850).
“The day with light its genial self engirds” | | By Henry Septimus Sutton (1825–1901) |
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JUNE. THE DAY with light its genial self engirds; | |
| 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. | 5 |
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| Mine eyes with happy tears then overswim; | |
| 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. | 10 |
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| Thou art my God! Thou, Father, Thou my Friend; | |
| 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! | 15 | | | |
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