Poems (Baldwyn)/Lines (Why do I love the evening star)
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LINES.
Why do I love the evening star,
That shines in loneliness afar?
Why do I love the wild-wood flower,
And the pensive gloom of the twilight hour?
Why do I love the soothing song
Heard in the breeze as it sighs along?—
Th' unvaried rush of the woodland stream,
Sweet, yet confused, like a happy dream?
Why do I love the roseate light
That decks the sky at evening's close?
Why do I love the clear moonlight,—
The dew that glistens on the rose?
Why love I all things bright and fair?
Because our God is everywhere.
That shines in loneliness afar?
Why do I love the wild-wood flower,
And the pensive gloom of the twilight hour?
Why do I love the soothing song
Heard in the breeze as it sighs along?—
Th' unvaried rush of the woodland stream,
Sweet, yet confused, like a happy dream?
Why do I love the roseate light
That decks the sky at evening's close?
Why do I love the clear moonlight,—
The dew that glistens on the rose?
Why love I all things bright and fair?
Because our God is everywhere.