HYMN TO LIFE
17
Through quivering pines the gentle south winds stray,
Singing low songs that bid the tear-drops start;
And thoughts of thee are in each trembling lay,
Thrilling the listener's heart.
Singing low songs that bid the tear-drops start;
And thoughts of thee are in each trembling lay,
Thrilling the listener's heart.
Old Ocean lifts his solemn voice on high,
Thy name, O Life, repeating evermore,
While sweeping gales and rushing storms reply
From many a far-off shore.
Thy name, O Life, repeating evermore,
While sweeping gales and rushing storms reply
From many a far-off shore.
The stars are gathering in the darkening skies,
But our dull ears their music may not hear,
Though, while we list, their swelling anthems rise
Exultingly and clear!
But our dull ears their music may not hear,
Though, while we list, their swelling anthems rise
Exultingly and clear!
O Earth is beautiful! She weareth still
The golden radiance of life's early day;
Still Love and Hope for me their chalice fill,—
Life, turn not thou away!
The golden radiance of life's early day;
Still Love and Hope for me their chalice fill,—
Life, turn not thou away!
