| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | | II. Beneath this starry arch | | By Harriet Martineau (18021876) |
| | | BENEATH this starry arch | |
| Nought resteth or is still; | |
| But all things hold their march, | |
| As if by one great will: | |
| Moves one, move all: | 5 |
| Hark to the footfall! | |
| On, on, for ever! | |
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| Yon sheaves were once but seed: | |
| Will ripens into deed. | |
| As cave-drops swell the streams, | 10 |
| Day-thoughts feed nightly dreams; | |
| And sorrow tracketh wrong, | |
| As echo follows song. | |
| On, on, for ever! | |
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| By night, like stars on high, | 15 |
| The hours reveal their train; | |
| They whisper, and go by; | |
| I never watch in vain: | |
| Moves one, move all: | |
| Hark to the footfall! | 20 |
| On, on, for ever! | |
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| They pass the cradle-head, | |
| And there a promise shed; | |
| They pass the moist new grave, | |
| And bid rank verdure wave; | 25 |
| They bear through every clime | |
| The harvests of all time, | |
| On, on, for ever! | | | | |
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