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the holy words Fall soft as music on the ear; I think they are as sweet to hear As any song of summer birds; And harkening them, the while in clear, Pure, quivering notes, The ancient bells begin to chime, In shadowy wise before me floats A vision of the vanished time. THE HOLY WORDS FALL SOFTLY AS MUSIC ON THE EAR I THINK THEY ARE AS SWEET TO HEAR AS ANY SONG OF SUMMER BIRDS AND HEARKENING THEM AND WHILE IN CLEAR PURE QUIVERING NOTES THE ANCIENT BELLS BEGIN TO CHIME IN SHADOWY WISE BEFORE ME FLOATS A VISION OF THE VANISHED TIME
n at last, Long leagues and wintry overpast, I stand beneath a sky as blue As April violets drenched in dew, And live within a dream come true! From rosy-berried pepper-trees The winds blow spicy fragrances; The palms sway softly to and fro, And down below, Between the glossy leaves of these, The sparkling, yellow sunbeams steep The mission garden, where the bees Are hoarding deep Of heliotrope that hangs the wall As for some princely festival, While white and tall Bright lilies bloom in grace untold, And those rare roses, passing all In splendor, called “The Cloth of Gold!” O heart, my heart, throb high and fast With rapture! for how couldst thou know Amid the far-off frost and snow Where all the skies are overcast And shrill and chill the north-winds blow, How couldst thou know December heavens anywhere Could show such rare Such tender and divinest guise, That earth and air Could weave such strange, resistless spell As this that folds us flower-wise At sweet San Gabriel! San Gabriel! R LAND O GOLDEN DAY WHEREIN I LAST LONG LEAGUES AND WINTRY OVERPAST I STAND BENEATH A SKY AS BLUE AS APRIL VIOLETS DRENCHED IN DEW AND LIVE WITHIN THE DREAM COME TRUE FROM ROSY BURIED PEPPER TREES THE WINDS BLOW SPICY FRAGRANCES THE PALMS SWAY SOFTLY TO AND FRO AND DOWN BELOW BETWEEN THE GLOSSY LEAVES OF THESE THE SPARKLING YELLOW SUNBEAMS STEEP THE MISSION GARDEN WHERE THE BEES ARE HOARDING DEEP OF HELOTROPE THAT HANGS THE WALL AS FOR SOME PRINCELY FESTIVAL WHILE WHITE AND TALL BRIGHT LILY BLOOM AND GRACE UNTOLD AND THOSE RARE ROSES PASSING ALL IN SPLENDOUR CALLED THE CLOTH OF GOLD O HEART MY HEART THROB HIGH AND FAST WITH RAPTURE FOR HOW COULDST THOU KNOW AMID THE FAR OFF FROST AND SNOW WHERE ALL THE SKIES ARE OVERCAST AND SHRILL AND CHILL THE NORTH WINDS BLOW HOW COULDST THOU KNOW DECEMBER HEAVENS ANYWHERE COULD SHOW SUCH RARE SUCH TENDER AND DIVINEST GUISE THAT EARTH AND AIR COULD WEAVE SUCH STRANGE RESTLESS SPELL AS THIS THAT FOLDS US FLOWER WISE AS SWEET SANG GABRIEL SANG GABRIEL
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