The Poetry Corner

Hark! The Vesper Hymn Is Stealing. (Russian Air.)

By Thomas Moore

Hark! the vesper hymn is stealing O'er the waters soft and clear; Nearer yet and nearer pealing, And now bursts upon the ear: Jubilate, Amen. Farther now, now farther stealing Soft it fades upon the ear: Jubilate, Amen. Now, like moonlight waves retreating To the shore it dies along; Now, like angry surges meeting, Breaks the mingled tide of song Jubilate, Amen. Hush! again, like waves, retreating To the shore, it dies along: Jubilate, Amen.