HHIGH in the windy lighthouse towerThe lamps are burning free,Each sending with good-will and powerIts message o’er the sea,Where ships are sailing out of sight,Hidden in storm and cloud and night.On the white waves that seethe and dashA ruddy gleam is shed;Above, the lighted windows flashAlternate gold and red,Save where one sad and blinded glassForbids the happy light to pass.The hungry sea entreats the light,The struggling light is fain,But obdurate and blank as nightRises the darkened pane,Casting a shadow long and blackAlong the weltering ocean track.Ah, who shall say what drowning eyesYearn for that absent ray;What unseen fleets and argosies,Ploughing a doubtful way,Seek through the night, and grope and strainFor guidance from that darkened pane?Ah, Light Divine, so full, so free!Ah, world that lies in night!Ah, guiding radiance! shine through meBrightly and still more bright,Nor ever be thy rays in vainBecause I am a “darkened pane.”
HHIGH in the windy lighthouse towerThe lamps are burning free,Each sending with good-will and powerIts message o’er the sea,Where ships are sailing out of sight,Hidden in storm and cloud and night.On the white waves that seethe and dashA ruddy gleam is shed;Above, the lighted windows flashAlternate gold and red,Save where one sad and blinded glassForbids the happy light to pass.The hungry sea entreats the light,The struggling light is fain,But obdurate and blank as nightRises the darkened pane,Casting a shadow long and blackAlong the weltering ocean track.Ah, who shall say what drowning eyesYearn for that absent ray;What unseen fleets and argosies,Ploughing a doubtful way,Seek through the night, and grope and strainFor guidance from that darkened pane?Ah, Light Divine, so full, so free!Ah, world that lies in night!Ah, guiding radiance! shine through meBrightly and still more bright,Nor ever be thy rays in vainBecause I am a “darkened pane.”
HHIGH in the windy lighthouse towerThe lamps are burning free,Each sending with good-will and powerIts message o’er the sea,Where ships are sailing out of sight,Hidden in storm and cloud and night.
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HIGH in the windy lighthouse tower
The lamps are burning free,
Each sending with good-will and power
Its message o’er the sea,
Where ships are sailing out of sight,
Hidden in storm and cloud and night.
On the white waves that seethe and dashA ruddy gleam is shed;Above, the lighted windows flashAlternate gold and red,Save where one sad and blinded glassForbids the happy light to pass.
On the white waves that seethe and dash
A ruddy gleam is shed;
Above, the lighted windows flash
Alternate gold and red,
Save where one sad and blinded glass
Forbids the happy light to pass.
The hungry sea entreats the light,The struggling light is fain,But obdurate and blank as nightRises the darkened pane,Casting a shadow long and blackAlong the weltering ocean track.
The hungry sea entreats the light,
The struggling light is fain,
But obdurate and blank as night
Rises the darkened pane,
Casting a shadow long and black
Along the weltering ocean track.
Ah, who shall say what drowning eyesYearn for that absent ray;What unseen fleets and argosies,Ploughing a doubtful way,Seek through the night, and grope and strainFor guidance from that darkened pane?
Ah, who shall say what drowning eyes
Yearn for that absent ray;
What unseen fleets and argosies,
Ploughing a doubtful way,
Seek through the night, and grope and strain
For guidance from that darkened pane?
Ah, Light Divine, so full, so free!Ah, world that lies in night!Ah, guiding radiance! shine through meBrightly and still more bright,Nor ever be thy rays in vainBecause I am a “darkened pane.”
Ah, Light Divine, so full, so free!
Ah, world that lies in night!
Ah, guiding radiance! shine through me
Brightly and still more bright,
Nor ever be thy rays in vain
Because I am a “darkened pane.”