BRONZE
PROMISE
Through the moil and the gloom they have issued
To the steps of the upwinding hill,
Where the sweet, dulcet pipes of tomorrow
In their preluding rhapsodies trill.
To the steps of the upwinding hill,
Where the sweet, dulcet pipes of tomorrow
In their preluding rhapsodies trill.
With a thud comes a stir in the bosom,
As there steals on the sight from afar,
Through a break of a cloud's coiling shadow
The gleam of a bright morning star!
As there steals on the sight from afar,
Through a break of a cloud's coiling shadow
The gleam of a bright morning star!
54
