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For he knew that his pilgrimage was done.
And as he saw God's shadow there,
His spirit poured itself in prayer.
' ' I come unto death's second-birth,
Beneath a stranger-air,
A pilgrim on a dull, cold earth,
As all my fathers were.
And men have stamped me with a curse, —
I feel it is not Thine,
Thy mercy — like yon sun — was made
On me — as them — to shine ;
And, therefore, dare I lift mine, eye,
Through that, to Thee, — befoi'e I die.
" In this great temple, built by Thee,
Wliose altars are divine.
Beneath yon lamp, that ceaselessly
Lights up Thine own true shrine,
take my latest sacrifice, —
Look down, and make this sod
Holy as that where, long ago,
The Hebrew met his God !
' ' I have not caused the widow's tears,
Nor dimmed the orphan's eye,
T have not stained the virgin's years,
Nor mocked the mourner's cry ;
The songs of Zion, in mine ear,
Have ever been most sweet,
And always when I felt Thee near.
My ' shoes ' were ' off my feet. '
" I have known Thee, in the whirlwind,
1 have known Thee, on the hill,
I have loved Thee, in the voice of birds,
Or the music of the rill.
I dreamt Thee in the shadow,
For he knew that his pilgrimage was done.
And as he saw God's shadow there,
His spirit poured itself in prayer.
' ' I come unto death's second-birth,
Beneath a stranger-air,
A pilgrim on a dull, cold earth,
As all my fathers were.
And men have stamped me with a curse, —
I feel it is not Thine,
Thy mercy — like yon sun — was made
On me — as them — to shine ;
And, therefore, dare I lift mine, eye,
Through that, to Thee, — befoi'e I die.
" In this great temple, built by Thee,
Wliose altars are divine.
Beneath yon lamp, that ceaselessly
Lights up Thine own true shrine,
take my latest sacrifice, —
Look down, and make this sod
Holy as that where, long ago,
The Hebrew met his God !
' ' I have not caused the widow's tears,
Nor dimmed the orphan's eye,
T have not stained the virgin's years,
Nor mocked the mourner's cry ;
The songs of Zion, in mine ear,
Have ever been most sweet,
And always when I felt Thee near.
My ' shoes ' were ' off my feet. '
" I have known Thee, in the whirlwind,
1 have known Thee, on the hill,
I have loved Thee, in the voice of birds,
Or the music of the rill.
I dreamt Thee in the shadow,
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Description | Scottish songs and music of the 18th and early 19th centuries, including music for the Highland bagpipe. These are selected items from the collection of John Glen (1833 to 1904). Also includes a few manuscripts, some treatises, and other books on the subject. |
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Description | The Glen Collection and the Inglis Collection represent mainly 18th and 19th century Scottish music, including Scottish songs. The collections of Berlioz and Verdi collected by bibliographer Cecil Hopkinson contain contemporary and later editions of the works of the two composers Berlioz and Verdi. |
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