Читать книгу Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXII No. 4, April 1848 - Various - Страница 9

Arise ye nations, with rejoicing rise,

And tell your gladness to the listening skies;

Come out forgetful of the week's turmoil,

From halls of mirth and iron gates of toil;

Come forth, come forth, and let your joy increase

Till one loud pæan hails the day of peace.

Sing trembling age, ye youths and maidens sing;

Ring ye sweet chimes, from every belfry ring;

Pour the grand anthem till it soars and swells

And heaven seems full of great celestial bells!

Behold the Morn from orient chambers glide,

With shining footsteps, like a radiant bride;

The gladdened brooks proclaim her on the hills

And every grove with choral welcome thrills.

Rise ye sweet maidens, strew her path with flowers,

With sacred lilies from your virgin bowers;

Go youths and meet her with your olive boughs,

Go age and greet her with your holiest vows; —

See where she comes, her hands upon her breast

The sainted Sabbath comes, smiling the world to rest.