David Vedder Poems

Now the beams of May morn
On the mountains are streaming,
And the dews on the corn
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Talk not of temples--there is one
Built without hands, to mankind given;
Its lamps are the meridian sun,
And all the stars of heaven;
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There is a pang for every heart,
A tear for every eye;
There is a knell for every ear,
For every breast a sigh.
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The tempest is raging
And rending the shrouds;
The ocean is waging
A war with the clouds;
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I neither got promise of siller nor land
With the bonnie wee darling who gave me her hand;
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Let wrapt musicians strike the lyre,
While plaudits shake the vaulted fane;
Let warriors rush through flood and fire,
A never-dying name to gain;
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Oh! the sunny peaches glow,
And the grapes in clusters blush;
And the cooling silver streams
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