Poems (Linn)/Harmony
For works with similar titles, see Harmony.
HARMONY.
OH! lull me on thy bosom, kind deep sea!
For I am weary of this checkered life,
This striving after something not to be;
The same old story, day by day, of strife
And petty jealousies and harrowing pains,
The losses that have far outweighed the gains.
For I am weary of this checkered life,
This striving after something not to be;
The same old story, day by day, of strife
And petty jealousies and harrowing pains,
The losses that have far outweighed the gains.
Oh! take me to thy arms eternal hills!
On thy green bosom fold me till I feel
A moment's respite from besetting ills.
Let peace upon my drooping eyelids steal,
As over tired children hushed to rest
Upon the pillow of a mother's breast.
On thy green bosom fold me till I feel
A moment's respite from besetting ills.
Let peace upon my drooping eyelids steal,
As over tired children hushed to rest
Upon the pillow of a mother's breast.
Oh! take me to thyself eternal sky!
Deep with the depths of grand tranquillity:
Make me once more a part of thee, that I
May feel my heirship to eternity.
By thy pure stars, lead up my doubting soul
Till conscious of my power I am made whole.
Deep with the depths of grand tranquillity:
Make me once more a part of thee, that I
May feel my heirship to eternity.
By thy pure stars, lead up my doubting soul
Till conscious of my power I am made whole.
Oh! take me to thyself, Eternal Heart!
That is the sky the mountain and the sea.
In Thee, lo! everything must have a part.
Evil and pain and failure lead to Thee.
I have felt farthest when to Thee most near;
When I have wept to find Thee, Thou art here.
That is the sky the mountain and the sea.
In Thee, lo! everything must have a part.
Evil and pain and failure lead to Thee.
I have felt farthest when to Thee most near;
When I have wept to find Thee, Thou art here.