The second, with a bearded face, And stirred with accents deep and loud A gray, old man, the third and last, And those who heard the Singers three For still their music seemed to start But the great Master said, "I see No best in kind, but in degree; 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. TAKE them, O Death! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own! Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee that, but that alone! Take them, O Grave! and let them lie Take them, O great Eternity! Our little life is but a gust, That bends the branches of thy tree, And trails its blossoms in the dust! HYMN FOR MY BROTHER'S ORDINATION. CHRIST 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, And his invisible hands to-day have been |