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“The making of viola” by Francis Thompson 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 (16 Dec 1859 – 13 Nov 1907)
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The Father of Heaven.
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Spin, daughter Mary, spin,
Twirl your wheel with silver din;
Spin, daughter Mary, spin,
Spin a tress for Viola.
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Angels.
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Spin, Queen Mary, a
Brown tress for Viola!
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The Father of Heaven.
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Weave, hands angelical,
Weave a woof of flesh to pall—
Weave, hands angelical—
Flesh to pall our Viola.
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Angels.
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Weave, singing brothers, a
Velvet flesh for Viola!
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The Father of Heaven.
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Scoop, young Jesus, for her eyes,
Wood-browned pools of Paradise—
Young Jesus, for the eyes,
For the eyes of Viola.
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Angels.
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Tint, Prince Jesus, a
Duskèd eye for Viola!
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The Father of Heaven.
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Cast a star therein to drown,
Like a torch in cavern brown,
Sink a burning star to drown
Whelmed in eyes of Viola.
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Angels.
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Lave, Prince Jesus, a
Star in eyes of Viola!
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The Father of Heaven.
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Breathe, Lord Paraclete,
To a bubbled crystal meet—
Breathe, Lord Paraclete—
Crystal soul for Viola.
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Angels.
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Breathe, Regal Spirit, a
Flashing soul for Viola!
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VI.
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The Father of Heaven.
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Child-angels, from your wings
Fall the roseal hoverings,
Child-angels, from your wings,
On the cheeks of Viola.
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Angels.
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Linger, rosy reflex, a
Quenchless stain, on Viola!
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All things being accomplished, saith the Father of Heaven.
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Bear her down, and bearing, sing,
Bear her down on spyless wing,
Bear her down, and bearing, sing,
With a sound of viola.
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Angels.
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Music as her name is, a
Sweet sound of Viola!
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VIII.
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Wheeling angels, past espial,
Danced her down with sound of viol;
Wheeling angels, past espial,
Descanting on “Viola.”
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Angels.
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Sing, in our footing, a
Lovely lilt of “Viola!”
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IX.
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Baby smiled, mother wailed,
Earthward while the sweetling sailed;
Mother smiled, baby wailed,
When to earth came Viola.
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And her elders shall say:—
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So soon have we taught you a
Way to weep, poor Viola!
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Smile, sweet baby, smile,
For you will have weeping-while;
Native in your Heaven is smile,—
But your weeping, Viola?
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Whence your smiles we know, but ah?
Whence your weeping, Viola?—
Our first gift to you is a
Gift of tears, my Viola!