| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XIV. This Is Thy Hour
A Quiet Soul | | By John Oldham (1653–1683) |
| | | THY soul within such silent pomp did keep, | |
| As if humanity were lull’d asleep; | |
| So gentle was thy pilgrimage beneath, | |
| Time’s unheard feet scarce make less noise, | |
| Or the soft journey which a planet goes. | 5 |
| Life seem’d all calm as its last breath. | |
| A still tranquillity so hush’d thy breast, | |
| As if some Halcyon were its guest, | |
| And there had built her nest; | |
| It hardly now enjoys a greater rest…. | 10 |
| Go, happy Soul, ascend the joyful sky, | |
| Joyful to shine with thy bright company…. | | | | |
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