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Dinah Maria Craik (Дина Мария Крейк)


Sunday Morning Bells


FROM the near city comes the clang of bells:
Their hundred jarring diverse tones combine
In one faint misty harmony, as fine
As the soft note yon winter robin swells.--
What if to Thee in Thine Infinity
These multiform and many-colored creeds
Seem but the robe man wraps as masquers' weeds
Round the one living truth Thou givest him--Thee?
What if these varied forms that worship prove,
Being heart-worship, reach Thy perfect ear
But as a monotone, complete and clear,
Of which the music is, through Christ's name, Love?
Forever rising in sublime increase
To 'Glory in the Highest,--on earth peace?' 



Dinah Maria Craik's other poems:
  1. “Philip, My King”
  2. My Love Annie
  3. Cathair Fhargus
  4. Rothesay Bay
  5. A German Student’s Funeral Hymn


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