Sebastian: A Dramatic Poem (Classic Reprint) - Softcover

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Sebastian.

Sebastian.

I have, my father, but the cup of woe
Is full even to the brim,
And peace I have not found.

Priest.

Dispair not, son, the Holy One was crowned
With thorns, and bent beneath the cruel blow;
Yea, perished on the cross that we might gain
Our soul's salvation. Shall we then complain,
We who have suffered so much less than He?

Sebastian.

Oh! father, father, I recall so well
My days of childhood, when I sought God's shrine
With my poor sainted mother, and when we
Knelt down in prayer together. Then was mine
The ecstacy of faith. The deep toned-bell
Rang from the lofty spire as an appeal
Of God to men, and at each mighty stroke
New raptures in my thrilling breast awoke.
The incense floated on the mystic air,
And music seemed from heaven itself to steal
In scarce heard accents, then to swell and swell,
Resounding through the aisles, dim lighted, vast,
And through the pointed arches far above.
My soul was filled with ecstacy of prayer,
And seemed to float away on wings of love
Even till the bounds of this poor earth were passed,

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