Reginald Heber 1783-1826 John Bartlett


1
Failed the bright promise of your early day.
Palestine.
2
No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung; Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung. 1 Majestic silence!
Palestine.
3
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid.
Epiphany.
4
By cool Siloam’s shady rill How sweet the lily grows!
First Sunday after Epiphany. No. ii.
5
When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
Seventh Sunday after Trinity.
6
Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower.
At a Funeral. No. i.
7
Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb.
At a Funeral. No. ii.
8
Thus heavenly hope is all serene, But earthly hope, how bright soe’er, Still fluctuates o’er this changing scene, As false and fleeting as ’t is fair.
On Heavenly Hope and Earthly Hope.
9
From Greenland’s icy mountains, From India’s coral strand, Where Afric’s sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand.
Missionary Hymn.
10
Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile.
Missionary Hymn.



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I see them on their winding way, About their ranks the moonbeams play.
Lines written to a March.

Note 1.
Altered in later editions to—
No workman’s steel, no ponderous axes rung,
Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric sprung. [back]