Downward, through the blooming roofage - Poems

“Downward, through the blooming roofage”

DOWNWARD, through the blooming roofage
    Of a lonely forest bower,
Come the yellow sunbeams,—falling
    Like a burning shower:
So through heaven’s starry ceiling
    To the hermit soul’s abode,
Comes the Holy Spirit,—earthward
    Raying down from God.

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