Poems (Follen)/Lines written for the Tune of Hotham
LINES
WRITTEN FOR THE TUNE OF HOTHAM.
Fare ye well, life's morning dreams!
Drooping hope, adieu to thee!
Life's eternal morning beams,
As our earth-born pleasures flee.
Drooping hope, adieu to thee!
Life's eternal morning beams,
As our earth-born pleasures flee.
Sorrow's chilly, blighting wind
May pass o'er the stricken heart;
But the breath of heaven is kind,
Though it bid our joys depart.
May pass o'er the stricken heart;
But the breath of heaven is kind,
Though it bid our joys depart.
Dearest friends may cease to love;
Death our purest joys assail;
But the heart that soars above
Finds a Friend that will not fail.
Death our purest joys assail;
But the heart that soars above
Finds a Friend that will not fail.
Wounded spirits then may prize
Sorrow's kind and chastening rod;
Though it loosen earthly ties,
It shall lead the soul to God.
Sorrow's kind and chastening rod;
Though it loosen earthly ties,
It shall lead the soul to God.