Classic Poem

1. The ransomed spirit to her home, The clime of cloudless
2. The cherub near the viewless throne Hath smote the harp with
beauty flies; No more on stormy seas to roam, She
trembling hand; And one with incensefire hath flown, To
hails her haven in the skies But
touch with flame the angelband. But
cheerless are those heavenly fields, The cloudless clime no
tuneless is the quivering string, No melody can
pleasure yields, There is no bliss in bowers above, If
Gabriel bring, Mute are its arches when above The
thou art absent, Holy Love!
harps of heaven wake not to Love!

3. Earth, sea and sky one language speak,
In harmony that sooths the soul;
'Tis heard when scarce the zephyrs wake,
And when on thunders, thunders roll
That voice is heard and tumults cease,
It whispers to the bosom peace;
O, speak, Inspirer! from above,
And cheer our hearts, Celestial Love!