There is in stillness oft a magic power
To calm the breast, when struggling passions lower;
Touch’d by its influence, in the soul arise
Diviner feelings, kindred with the skies.
By this the Arab’s kindling thoughts expand,
When circling skies inclose the desert sand;
For this the hermit seeks the thickest grove,
To catch th’ inspiring glow of heavenly love.
It is not solely in the freedom given
To purify and fix the heart on heaven;
There is a Spirit singing aye in air,
That lifts us high above all mortal care.
No mortal measure swells that mystic sound,
No mortal minstrel breathes such tones around,-
The Angels’ hymn,-the sovereign harmony
That guides the rolling orbs along the sky,-
And hence perchance the tales of saints who view’d
And heard Angelic choirs in solitude.
By most unheard,-because the earthly din
Of toil or mirth has charms their ears to win.
Alas for man! he knows not of the bliss,
The heaven that brightens such a life as this.
(John Henry Newman)
More Poetry from John Henry Newman:
John Henry Newman Poems based on Topics: Love, Heaven, Life, Man, Soul, Liberty & Freedom, Solitude, Happiness, Angels, Emotions- My Birthday (John Henry Newman Poems)
- My Lady Nature and her Daughters (John Henry Newman Poems)
- To F. W. N. A Birthday Offering (John Henry Newman Poems)
- Nature and Art For an Album (John Henry Newman Poems)
- A Picture (John Henry Newman Poems)
- Consolations (John Henry Newman Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Love Poems, Man Poems, Life Poems, Soul Poems, Heaven Poems, Happiness Poems, Angels Poems, Liberty & Freedom Poems, Emotions Poems, Solitude PoemsBased on Keywords: inclose