BY HILL AND VALE
Through hill and vale life's winding way is laid
By stony walks and highways fresh and sweet,
And oft the cruel stones shall cut thy feet
As one by one life's countless steps are made;
And some at noon shall rest them in the shade
Upon the summit of achievements steep,
And some at morn shall lay them down to sleep,
When life is fresh, in indolence's cool shade;
And some are strong of heart and not dismayed
By all the dangers of life's varied way,—
With swift impetuous feet that naught can stay
They journey on; and some are sore afraid,—
But still they hurry on, by hills and vales
Until the sun goes down and day-light fails.
By stony walks and highways fresh and sweet,
And oft the cruel stones shall cut thy feet
As one by one life's countless steps are made;
And some at noon shall rest them in the shade
Upon the summit of achievements steep,
And some at morn shall lay them down to sleep,
When life is fresh, in indolence's cool shade;
And some are strong of heart and not dismayed
By all the dangers of life's varied way,—
With swift impetuous feet that naught can stay
They journey on; and some are sore afraid,—
But still they hurry on, by hills and vales
Until the sun goes down and day-light fails.
THE MOUNTAIN AND THE STREAM
"Oh, restless stream, why do you hurry?
This peaceful world is not for worry;
Pray, stop with me and view the scene—
The tranquil hills, and meadows green."
This peaceful world is not for worry;
Pray, stop with me and view the scene—
The tranquil hills, and meadows green."
"I cannot stop, I flow forever,
For I must be a mighty river;
You ne'er can feel and ne'er can know
The boundless joy it is to flow.
So while you stand, majestic, grand,
I hurry along, with ceaseless song
To ocean's strand."
For I must be a mighty river;
You ne'er can feel and ne'er can know
The boundless joy it is to flow.
So while you stand, majestic, grand,
I hurry along, with ceaseless song
To ocean's strand."
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