The first, a youth, with soul of fire, Held in his hand a golden lyre ; Through groves he wandered, and by streams, Playing the music of our dreams. The second, with a bearded face, A gray old man, the third and last, Sang in cathedrals dim and vast, While the majestic organ rolled Contrition from its mouths of gold. And those who heard the Singers three But the great Master said, “I see I gave a various gift to each, To charm, to strengthen, and to teach. “These are the three great chords of might, And he whose ear is tuned aright Will hear no discord in the three, SUSPIRIA ‘AKE them, O Death! and bear away ΤΑ Whatever thou canst call thine own! Doth give thee that, but that alone! Take them, O Grave! and let them lie As garments by the soul laid by, Take them, O great Eternity! That bends the branches of thy tree, C HYMN FOR MY BROTHER'S ORDINATION HRIST to the young man said: "Yet one thing more; If thou wouldst perfect be, Sell all thou hast and give it to the poor, And come and follow me!" Within this temple Christ again, unseen, Those sacred words hath said, And his invisible hands to-day have been Laid on a young man's head. And evermore beside him on his way That he may lean upon his arm and say, "Dost thou, dear Lord, approve?" Beside him at the marriage feast shall be, O holy trust! O endless sense of rest! To lay his head upon the Saviour's breast, |