Chapter 15
Song by James Russell Lowell, read for LibriVox.org, by Scott Bennett. 1. Lift up the curtains of thine eyes, and let their light outshine. Let me adore the mysteries of those mild orbs of thine, Whichever queenly calm do roll attuned to an ordered soul. 2. Open thy lips yet once again, and while my soul doth hush with awe,
pour forth that holy strain which seemeth me to gush, a fount of music running o'er from thy deep spirit's inmost core. 3. The melody that dwells in thee begets in me as well a spiritual harmony, A mild and blessed spell, far, far above earth's atmosphere, I rise whene'er thy voice I hear. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
