WILLIAM P. M'KENZIE
SO tremulous the flame of thinking burnsBeneath mine eyelids, that I may not keepMy restless couch; I watch the still moon sweepThrough starry space, like some white soul that spurnsEarth-life, and to the sunlight ever turns;In her cool beams my burning eyes I steep—Oh, that my spirit thus may rest in sleepWhen my pale ashes mother Earth inurns!And as the moonlight quieteth unrest,Changing thought's scorching glow to truth's pure light,So Thou, who art my heart's most holy guest,Dost make its ruddy flame glow spirit white;And like pure-hearted child 'mid happy dreams,I rest my heart and soul in Thy love-beams.
SO tremulous the flame of thinking burnsBeneath mine eyelids, that I may not keepMy restless couch; I watch the still moon sweepThrough starry space, like some white soul that spurnsEarth-life, and to the sunlight ever turns;In her cool beams my burning eyes I steep—Oh, that my spirit thus may rest in sleepWhen my pale ashes mother Earth inurns!And as the moonlight quieteth unrest,Changing thought's scorching glow to truth's pure light,So Thou, who art my heart's most holy guest,Dost make its ruddy flame glow spirit white;And like pure-hearted child 'mid happy dreams,I rest my heart and soul in Thy love-beams.
SO tremulous the flame of thinking burnsBeneath mine eyelids, that I may not keepMy restless couch; I watch the still moon sweepThrough starry space, like some white soul that spurnsEarth-life, and to the sunlight ever turns;In her cool beams my burning eyes I steep—Oh, that my spirit thus may rest in sleepWhen my pale ashes mother Earth inurns!
SO tremulous the flame of thinking burns
Beneath mine eyelids, that I may not keep
My restless couch; I watch the still moon sweep
Through starry space, like some white soul that spurns
Earth-life, and to the sunlight ever turns;
In her cool beams my burning eyes I steep—
Oh, that my spirit thus may rest in sleep
When my pale ashes mother Earth inurns!
And as the moonlight quieteth unrest,Changing thought's scorching glow to truth's pure light,So Thou, who art my heart's most holy guest,Dost make its ruddy flame glow spirit white;And like pure-hearted child 'mid happy dreams,I rest my heart and soul in Thy love-beams.
And as the moonlight quieteth unrest,
Changing thought's scorching glow to truth's pure light,
So Thou, who art my heart's most holy guest,
Dost make its ruddy flame glow spirit white;
And like pure-hearted child 'mid happy dreams,
I rest my heart and soul in Thy love-beams.