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.
Charles Harpur
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