The Voice of the Valley/Adieu
Adieu
Adieu, Sons and Daughters of the first pair of mortals!
Adieu, City—you know not of celestial joy rippling in tune with nature!
Adieu, Fame—a sunbeam following the darkness of night!
Adieu, Gold—glittering dust of the earth, valueless in the land of Heaven!
Adieu, Mansions—you wall the sky, hide the moon and the stars!
I love the unbroken peace of the country uniting the purple heaven with the green-carpeted earth below,—
I love the saintly chant of the winds touching their odorous fingers to the harp of the angel, Spring,—
I love the undiscording sound of thousands of birds, whose concord of song echoes on the rivulet afar,—
I muse on the solemn mountain which waits in sound content for the time when the Lord calls forth,—
I roam with the wings of high-raised fantasy in the pure universe,—
Oh, I chant of the garden of Adam and Eve!
Behold! The night's shadow girding round our half-sphere, the world goes into reverie,—
Yea, my spirit in a dream rises afar to steal the matchless pearls of eternal stars!
Hark! the far-off fowl sings of the divine morn of light! I hail the glorious sun's ascent!
I chant again of the complete order of the universe with the earth, with the heaven above!
Adieu, City—you know not of celestial joy rippling in tune with nature!
Adieu, Fame—a sunbeam following the darkness of night!
Adieu, Gold—glittering dust of the earth, valueless in the land of Heaven!
Adieu, Mansions—you wall the sky, hide the moon and the stars!
I love the unbroken peace of the country uniting the purple heaven with the green-carpeted earth below,—
I love the saintly chant of the winds touching their odorous fingers to the harp of the angel, Spring,—
I love the undiscording sound of thousands of birds, whose concord of song echoes on the rivulet afar,—
I muse on the solemn mountain which waits in sound content for the time when the Lord calls forth,—
I roam with the wings of high-raised fantasy in the pure universe,—
Oh, I chant of the garden of Adam and Eve!
Behold! The night's shadow girding round our half-sphere, the world goes into reverie,—
Yea, my spirit in a dream rises afar to steal the matchless pearls of eternal stars!
Hark! the far-off fowl sings of the divine morn of light! I hail the glorious sun's ascent!
I chant again of the complete order of the universe with the earth, with the heaven above!