THOMAS O'HAGAN
I KNOW not what my heart has lost,I cannot strike the chords of old;The breath that charmed my morning lifeHath chilled each leaf within the wold.The swallows twitter in the sky,But bare the nest beneath the eaves;The fledglings of my care are gone,And left me but the rustling leaves.And yet, I know my life hath strength,And firmer hope and sweeter prayer,For leaves that murmur on the groundHave now for me a double care.I see in them the hope of spring,That erst did plan the autumn day;I see in them each gift of manGrow strong in years, then turn to clay.Not all is lost—the fruit remainsThat ripened through the summer's ray;The nurslings of the nest are gone,Yet hear we still their warbling lay.The glory of the summer skyMay change to tints of autumn hue;But faith that sheds its amber lightWill lend our heaven a tender blue.O altar of eternal youth!O faith that beckons from afar!Give to our lives a blossomed fruit—Give to our morns an evening star!
I KNOW not what my heart has lost,I cannot strike the chords of old;The breath that charmed my morning lifeHath chilled each leaf within the wold.The swallows twitter in the sky,But bare the nest beneath the eaves;The fledglings of my care are gone,And left me but the rustling leaves.And yet, I know my life hath strength,And firmer hope and sweeter prayer,For leaves that murmur on the groundHave now for me a double care.I see in them the hope of spring,That erst did plan the autumn day;I see in them each gift of manGrow strong in years, then turn to clay.Not all is lost—the fruit remainsThat ripened through the summer's ray;The nurslings of the nest are gone,Yet hear we still their warbling lay.The glory of the summer skyMay change to tints of autumn hue;But faith that sheds its amber lightWill lend our heaven a tender blue.O altar of eternal youth!O faith that beckons from afar!Give to our lives a blossomed fruit—Give to our morns an evening star!
I KNOW not what my heart has lost,I cannot strike the chords of old;The breath that charmed my morning lifeHath chilled each leaf within the wold.
I KNOW not what my heart has lost,
I cannot strike the chords of old;
The breath that charmed my morning life
Hath chilled each leaf within the wold.
The swallows twitter in the sky,But bare the nest beneath the eaves;The fledglings of my care are gone,And left me but the rustling leaves.
The swallows twitter in the sky,
But bare the nest beneath the eaves;
The fledglings of my care are gone,
And left me but the rustling leaves.
And yet, I know my life hath strength,And firmer hope and sweeter prayer,For leaves that murmur on the groundHave now for me a double care.
And yet, I know my life hath strength,
And firmer hope and sweeter prayer,
For leaves that murmur on the ground
Have now for me a double care.
I see in them the hope of spring,That erst did plan the autumn day;I see in them each gift of manGrow strong in years, then turn to clay.
I see in them the hope of spring,
That erst did plan the autumn day;
I see in them each gift of man
Grow strong in years, then turn to clay.
Not all is lost—the fruit remainsThat ripened through the summer's ray;The nurslings of the nest are gone,Yet hear we still their warbling lay.
Not all is lost—the fruit remains
That ripened through the summer's ray;
The nurslings of the nest are gone,
Yet hear we still their warbling lay.
The glory of the summer skyMay change to tints of autumn hue;But faith that sheds its amber lightWill lend our heaven a tender blue.
The glory of the summer sky
May change to tints of autumn hue;
But faith that sheds its amber light
Will lend our heaven a tender blue.
O altar of eternal youth!O faith that beckons from afar!Give to our lives a blossomed fruit—Give to our morns an evening star!
O altar of eternal youth!
O faith that beckons from afar!
Give to our lives a blossomed fruit—
Give to our morns an evening star!