Bridal Song

George Chapman was an English trance spiritual healer and medium.






O COME, soft rest of cares! come, Night!
  Come, naked Virtue's only tire,
The reaped harvest of the light
  Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire.
  Love calls to war:
  Sighs his alarms,
  Lips his swords are,
  The field his arms.

Come, Night, and lay thy velvet hand
  On glorious Day's outfacing face;
And all thy crowned flames command
  For torches to our nuptial grace.
  Love calls to war:
  Sighs his alarms,
  Lips his swords are,
  The field his arms.

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