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I STOOP Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud. It is but for a time: I press God's lamp Close to my breast; its splendours soon or late Will pierce the gloom: I shall emerge some day.
CXLVII. Art thou not from everlasting to everlasting ?
O God! mine Holy One!
WE SHALL NOT DIE.
DEATH is the shadow of life; and as the tree
CXLIX. The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve; And, like an insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind.
We are such stuff As dreams are made of; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
To our high-raised phantasy present
Index of authors and Mugic.
Purcell, Handel, Beethoven.
Boyce (E. Taylor's Collection, p. 73).
Mozart (adapted from).
Adapted to chorus in Haydn's “Creation."
Moore (Sacred Melodies).
Mendelssohn's “St. Paul."
Spohr, E. Flower.
Farrant (E. Taylor's Collection, p. 48).
Haydn (Major's Collection, p. 34).
Harwood (E. Taylor's Collection, p. 15).
Ravenscroft (Major's Collection).
. Harwood (E. Taylor's Collection, p. 80).
Novello (Major's Collection, p. 72).