MIZPAH.
Mizpah! how this gentle word,
By lips of Friendship spoken;
Can touch the heart's most tender chord,
Like the sight of Love's last token,
Mizpah.
By lips of Friendship spoken;
Can touch the heart's most tender chord,
Like the sight of Love's last token,
Mizpah.
It softly knells the farewell hour,
Yet tinges grief with gladness;
And blends with memory's rainbow hues,
A sombre shade of sadness.
Mizpah.
Yet tinges grief with gladness;
And blends with memory's rainbow hues,
A sombre shade of sadness.
Mizpah.
Mizpah! in this watchword strong,
The Past and Future meet;
While standing with wide open arms,
The Present smiles the two to greet.
Mizpah.
The Past and Future meet;
While standing with wide open arms,
The Present smiles the two to greet.
Mizpah.
Of hope and trust, this Mizpah breathes,
It rosebuds twines with Autumn leaves;
Then humbly asks a Higher Power,
To shield us both, when tempests lower.
Mizpah.
It rosebuds twines with Autumn leaves;
Then humbly asks a Higher Power,
To shield us both, when tempests lower.
Mizpah.
