A Reed by the River/After Day
AFTER DAY
Though I go forth, I face the dark with singing;
Think not that for Love's sake life starves of song,
That which thou canst not give may yet be bringing
Bread to the soul, and wine that maketh strong.
Think not that for Love's sake life starves of song,
That which thou canst not give may yet be bringing
Bread to the soul, and wine that maketh strong.
Love is the manna that grows great with giving;
Be thine the gift, but mine the endless store,
Pain, the keen note that thrills to fuller living
Calls to the soul across a boundless shore.
Be thine the gift, but mine the endless store,
Pain, the keen note that thrills to fuller living
Calls to the soul across a boundless shore.
Into the night I go but not without thee,
Though nevermore beside me while I sing;
The splendor of the stars is round about me
And with the dawn life mounts on higher wing!
Though nevermore beside me while I sing;
The splendor of the stars is round about me
And with the dawn life mounts on higher wing!