Poems (E. L. F.)/Thoughts
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THOUGHTS.
WRITTEN AT ROSENEATH.
As I gaze on the mountain, dark towering in view,
Or the bright waters' loveliness waving in blue,
Reflecting the tints of that beautiful sphere,
Now shining in sunshine and radiance here,
I say to my spirit, Gaze, gaze on them now,
Ere the furrows of age shall have saddened thy brow.
Or the bright waters' loveliness waving in blue,
Reflecting the tints of that beautiful sphere,
Now shining in sunshine and radiance here,
I say to my spirit, Gaze, gaze on them now,
Ere the furrows of age shall have saddened thy brow.
When the bright laugh of childhood, re-echoing, plays
With the mirth and the laughter of infantine days,
O'er my heart, as it beats in the spring-time of youth,
Now throbbing with feeling or melting with truth,
I say to my spirit, List, list while you may,
Ere dark Time shall have withered those feelings away.
With the mirth and the laughter of infantine days,
O'er my heart, as it beats in the spring-time of youth,
Now throbbing with feeling or melting with truth,
I say to my spirit, List, list while you may,
Ere dark Time shall have withered those feelings away.
When the tear of sweet sympathy darkens the eye,
Or the smile of affection flits cheeringly by,
Like the shower and the sunshine alternately given,
They smooth the lone path of the wanderer to heaven,
I say to my spirit, Smile on while you can,
For tears are the heritage given to man.
Or the smile of affection flits cheeringly by,
Like the shower and the sunshine alternately given,
They smooth the lone path of the wanderer to heaven,
I say to my spirit, Smile on while you can,
For tears are the heritage given to man.