Cloister Songs and Hymns for Children

Cloister Songs and Hymns for Children

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1881 edition. Excerpt: ...brightness Doth never cease; Where flowers in endless bloom and lightnest Breathe still of peace; Where tempest-billows ne'er are beating On wearied head; For earthly change and earthly cheating For aye are fled; And soothing music hath her dwelling On everything; For holy harps sweet chords are telling, While angels sing. A HYMN OF DIVINE LOVE. 87 A HYMN OF DIVINE LOVE. Translated from the Italian. It was written by St. Francis of Assisi, and is considered one of the most beautiful aspirations of love ever penned. A part only is translated here. "Amor di caritate, Perche m' ha si ferito?" Oh, Love of love, why woundest Thou The trembling soul that clings to Thee? My heart, within my bosom torn, Quivers and pants at rest to be. It cannot rest, it cannot fly, So strange the mystery of love's lance; It melts like wax in ardent fire, And pines away in mystic trance. It dying lives, and living dies, With longing for its only Love; Oh, come, sweet Lover, Jesus, come, Take to Thyself Thy wounded dove. I asked Thee, Heart of burning love, To give me of Thy heavenly fire, ' Thinking my soul would bathe in bliss, And languish with most sweet desire. But Thou, instead of rapture sweet, Didst wound me with Thy cruel dart, And burn me with unearthly flames Till flesh and soul are like to part--83 A HYMN OF DIVINE LOVE. Till I no more can think, or feel, Or breathe, or look, or sigh, or speak; Bound in this trance of awful love, My heart with longing, Lord, must break! My heart, I said, O sweetest Love! My heart, it is no longer mine; I know not what it thinks or feels, So wholly is it rapt in Thine. No earthly beauty now can charm, No melody can soothe mine ear, Since in my inmost heart of hearts The music of Thy voice I hear. A little plant of...show more

Product details

  • Paperback | 32 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 77g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123658032X
  • 9781236580320