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Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.

By Rose’s Diary (1850). “The day with light its genial self engirds”

Henry Septimus Sutton (1825–1901)

THE DAY with light its genial self engirds;

The trees are glad with fluty voices dear:—

“Thou art my God!”—When I say o’er those words,

I see a light beyond the day, and hear

Voices far richer than the songs of birds.

Mine eyes with happy tears then overswim;

The thoughts I have are sweetest that can be;

My mind’s a cup with love above the brim;

Fine incense circles round whate’er I see;

In every sound I hear a holy hymn.

Thou art my God! Thou, Father, Thou my Friend;

My Saviour Thou, the eternal Lord of all!

O thought which doth all other thought transcend,

Beneath whose stress well may I prostrate fall

In love and wonder which should know no end!