Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | II. Rest Waiting for the Morning | By John Henry Newman (18011890) |
| THEY are at rest: | |
We may not stir the heaven of their repose | |
With loud-voiced grief or passionate request, | |
Or selfish plaint for those | |
Who in the mountain grots in Eden lie, | 5 |
And hear the four-fold river, as it hurries by. | |
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They hear it sweep | |
In distance down the dark and savage vale; | |
But they at eddying pool or current deep | |
Shall never more grow pale; | 10 |
They hear, and meekly muse, as fain to know | |
How long untired, unspent, that giant stream shall flow. | |
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And soothing sounds | |
Blend with the neighbouring waters as they glide; | |
Posted along the haunted gardens bounds | 15 |
Angelic forms abide, | |
Echoing, as words of watch, oer lawn and grove, | |
The verses of that hymn which Seraphs chant above. | | | |
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