CXLVIII. DEATH is the shadow of life; and as the tree Life eminent creates the shade of death; CXLIX. THE cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, We are such stuff As dreams are made of; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. CL. To our high-raised phantasy, present With saintly shout, and solemn jubilee; Singing everlastingly : That we on earth, with undiscording voice, O may we soon again renew that song, And keep in tune with heaven, till God ere long To his celestial concert us unite, To live with him, and sing in endless morn of light. 49 Harwood (E. Taylor's Collection, p. 80). MS. Novello (Major's Collection, p. 72). Musical Illustrations. Avison. Harwood (E. Taylor's Collection, p. 42). Gluck (E. Taylor's Collection, p. 91). E. Taylor (E. Taylor's Collection, p. 101). Langdon (chant adapted to). Farrant (E. Taylor's Collection, p. 48). Mozart. Christian Ballads (U.S.) Major (Major's Collection, p. 78). |