Difference between revisions of "Thomas Heard Poetry (City of Lights)"
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| − | Shining city of lighted fame: | + | Shining city of lighted fame:<br> |
| − | Minstrel of immortal song, | + | Minstrel of immortal song,<br> |
| − | Sculpture whom can do no wrong, | + | Sculpture whom can do no wrong,<br> |
| − | Painter, artist: All these you claim. | + | Painter, artist: All these you claim.<br> |
| − | But more; for you are the muses' flame | + | But more; for you are the muses' flame<br> |
| − | The guide of Man against the throng | + | The guide of Man against the throng<br> |
| − | Seer who's vision doth prolong | + | Seer who's vision doth prolong<br> |
Master's work and master's name. | Master's work and master's name. | ||
| − | But all consumed by war are we | + | But all consumed by war are we<br> |
| − | In wilderness, so far from grace | + | In wilderness, so far from grace<br> |
| − | Like storm tossed souls in churning sea | + | Like storm tossed souls in churning sea<br> |
| − | Clinging for life, we hug debris | + | Clinging for life, we hug debris<br> |
| − | To your light, we turn our face | + | To your light, we turn our face<br> |
And pray your grace will set us free. | And pray your grace will set us free. | ||
<i>Back to [[Thomas Heard]]</i> | <i>Back to [[Thomas Heard]]</i> | ||
Latest revision as of 01:55, 19 April 2011
City of Lights
Shining city of lighted fame:
Minstrel of immortal song,
Sculpture whom can do no wrong,
Painter, artist: All these you claim.
But more; for you are the muses' flame
The guide of Man against the throng
Seer who's vision doth prolong
Master's work and master's name.
But all consumed by war are we
In wilderness, so far from grace
Like storm tossed souls in churning sea
Clinging for life, we hug debris
To your light, we turn our face
And pray your grace will set us free.
Back to Thomas Heard
