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Mercian Hymns I

 King of the perennial holly-groves, the riven sandstone: overlord of the
M5: architect of the historic rampart and ditch, the citadel at
Tamworth, the summer hermitage in Holy Cross: guardian of the Welsh
Bridge and the Iron Bridge: contractor to the desirable new estates:
saltmaster: money-changer: commissioner for oaths: martyrologist: the
friend of Charlemagne.


'I liked that,' said Offa, 'sing it again.
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Written by Bliss Carman |

Veni Creator

 I

LORD of the grass and hill, 
Lord of the rain, 
White Overlord of will, 
Master of pain, 

I who am dust and air 
Blown through the halls of death, 
Like a pale ghost of prayer,— 
I am thy breath.
 

Lord of the blade and leaf, 
Lord of the bloom, 
Sheer Overlord of grief, 
Master of doom, 

Lonely as wind or snow, 
Through the vague world and dim, 
Vagrant and glad I go; 
I am thy whim.
 

Lord of the storm and lull, 
Lord of the sea, 
I am thy broken gull, 
Blown far alee.
 

Lord of the harvest dew, 
Lord of the dawn, 
Star of the paling blue 
Darkling and gone, 

Lost on the mountain height 
Where the first winds are stirred, 
Out of the wells of night 
I am thy word.
 

Lord of the haunted hush, 
Where raptures throng, 
I am thy hermit thrush, 
Ending no song.
 

Lord of the frost and cold, 
Lord of the North, 
When the red sun grows old 
And day goes forth, 

I shall put off this girth,— 
Go glad and free, 
Earth to my mother earth, 
Spirit to thee.
 

II

Lord of my heart’s elation, 
Spirit of things unseen, 
Be thou my aspiration 
Consuming and serene! 

Bear up, bear out, bear onward 
This mortal soul alone, 
To selfhood or oblivion, 
Incredibly thine own,— 

As the foamheads are loosened 
And blown along the sea, 
Or sink and merge forever 
In that which bids them be.
 

I, too, must climb in wonder, 
Uplift at thy command,— 
Be one with my frail fellows 
Beneath the wind’s strong hand, 

A fleet and shadowy column 
Of dust or mountain rain, 
To walk the earth a moment 
And be dissolved again.
 

Be thou my exaltation 
Or fortitude of mien, 
Lord of the world’s elation 
Thou breath of things unseen!