I LIFT mine eyes, and all the windows blaze With forms of Saints and holy men who died, And the great Rose upon its leaves displays No more rebukes, but smiles her words of praise. And then the organ sounds, and unseen choirs Sing the old Latin hymns of peace and love And benedictions of the Holy Ghost; And the melodious bells among the spires O'er all the house-tops and through heaven above O STAR of morning and of liberty! O bringer of the light, whose splendor shines Forerunner of the day that is to be! The voices of the city and the sea, The voices of the mountains and the pines, In their own language hear thy wondrous word, |