THE SPRING JOURNEY.O, greenwas the corn as I rode on my way,And bright were the dews on the blossoms of May,And dark was the sycamore’s shade to behold,And the oak’s tender leaf was of emerald and gold.The thrush from his holly, the lark from his cloud,Their chorus of rapture sung jovial and loud;From the soft vernal sky to the soft grassy ground,There was beauty above me, beneath, and around.The mild southern breeze brought a shower from the hill,And yet, though it left me all dripping and chill,I felt a new pleasure, as onward I sped,To gaze where the rainbow gleamed broad overhead.O such belife’sjourney! and such be our skillTo lose in its blessings the sense of its ill;Through sunshine and shower may our progress be even,And our tears add a charm to the prospect of heaven.Bishop Heber
THE SPRING JOURNEY.
O, greenwas the corn as I rode on my way,And bright were the dews on the blossoms of May,And dark was the sycamore’s shade to behold,And the oak’s tender leaf was of emerald and gold.The thrush from his holly, the lark from his cloud,Their chorus of rapture sung jovial and loud;From the soft vernal sky to the soft grassy ground,There was beauty above me, beneath, and around.The mild southern breeze brought a shower from the hill,And yet, though it left me all dripping and chill,I felt a new pleasure, as onward I sped,To gaze where the rainbow gleamed broad overhead.O such belife’sjourney! and such be our skillTo lose in its blessings the sense of its ill;Through sunshine and shower may our progress be even,And our tears add a charm to the prospect of heaven.Bishop Heber
O, greenwas the corn as I rode on my way,And bright were the dews on the blossoms of May,And dark was the sycamore’s shade to behold,And the oak’s tender leaf was of emerald and gold.The thrush from his holly, the lark from his cloud,Their chorus of rapture sung jovial and loud;From the soft vernal sky to the soft grassy ground,There was beauty above me, beneath, and around.The mild southern breeze brought a shower from the hill,And yet, though it left me all dripping and chill,I felt a new pleasure, as onward I sped,To gaze where the rainbow gleamed broad overhead.O such belife’sjourney! and such be our skillTo lose in its blessings the sense of its ill;Through sunshine and shower may our progress be even,And our tears add a charm to the prospect of heaven.Bishop Heber
O, greenwas the corn as I rode on my way,And bright were the dews on the blossoms of May,And dark was the sycamore’s shade to behold,And the oak’s tender leaf was of emerald and gold.
O, greenwas the corn as I rode on my way,
And bright were the dews on the blossoms of May,
And dark was the sycamore’s shade to behold,
And the oak’s tender leaf was of emerald and gold.
The thrush from his holly, the lark from his cloud,Their chorus of rapture sung jovial and loud;From the soft vernal sky to the soft grassy ground,There was beauty above me, beneath, and around.
The thrush from his holly, the lark from his cloud,
Their chorus of rapture sung jovial and loud;
From the soft vernal sky to the soft grassy ground,
There was beauty above me, beneath, and around.
The mild southern breeze brought a shower from the hill,And yet, though it left me all dripping and chill,I felt a new pleasure, as onward I sped,To gaze where the rainbow gleamed broad overhead.
The mild southern breeze brought a shower from the hill,
And yet, though it left me all dripping and chill,
I felt a new pleasure, as onward I sped,
To gaze where the rainbow gleamed broad overhead.
O such belife’sjourney! and such be our skillTo lose in its blessings the sense of its ill;Through sunshine and shower may our progress be even,And our tears add a charm to the prospect of heaven.
O such belife’sjourney! and such be our skill
To lose in its blessings the sense of its ill;
Through sunshine and shower may our progress be even,
And our tears add a charm to the prospect of heaven.
Bishop Heber