VIII.
Rejoice, ye dead, where’er your spirits dwell;
Rejoice that yet on earth your fame is bright,
And that your names, remembered day and night,
Live on the lips of those who love you well.
’Tis ye that conquered have the powers of Hell
Each with the special grace of your delight;
Ye are the world’s creators, and by might
Alone of heavenly love ye did excel.
Now ye are starry names,
Behind the sun ye climb,
To light the glooms of time
With deathless flames.
IX.
Open for me the gates of delight,
The gates of the garden of man’s desire;
Where spirits touched by heavenly fire
Have planted the trees of life.
Their branches in beauty are spread,
Their fruit divine
To the nations is given for bread
And crushed into wine.
To thee, O man, the sun his truth hath given;
The moon hath whispered in love her silvery dreams;
Night hath unlockt the starry heaven,
The sea the trust of his streams;
And the rapture of woodland spring
Is stayed in its flying,
And Death cannot sting
Its beauty undying.
Fear and Pity discontinue
Their aching beams in colors fine;
Pain and woe forego their might.
After darkness thy leaping sight,
After dumbness thy dancing sound,
After fainting thy heavenly flight,
After sorrow thy pleasure crowned:
Oh, enter the garden of thy delight,
Thy solace is found.
X.
To us, O Queen of sinless grace,
Now at our prayer unveil thy face;
Awake again thy beauty free;
Return and make our Graces three.
And with our thronging strength to the ends of the earth
Thy myriad-voicèd loveliness go forth,
To lead o’er all the world’s wide ways
God’s everlasting praise,
And every heart inspire
With the joy of man in the beauty of Love’s desire.