Page:Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine 33 1833.pdf/12



come, ye faithful! round Messiah seen, With a soft harmony of tears and light Streaming through all your spiritual mien, As in calm clouds of pearly stillness bright Showers weave with sunshine, and transpierce their slight Ethereal cradle.—From your heart subdued All haughty dreams of Power had wing'd their flight, And left high place for Martyr-fortitude, True Faith, long-suffering Love.—Come to me, come! And, as the seas beneath your Master's tread Fell into crystal smoothness, round him spread Like the clear pavement of his heavenly home; So in your presence, let the Soul's great deep Sink to the gentleness of infant sleep.