THE TWENTY-SEVENTH OF MARCH.THE BIRTHDAY OF ——.Nowbe the hours that yet remain to theeStormy or sunny, sympathy and love,That inextinguishably dwell withinThy heart, shall give a beauty and a lightTo the most desolate moments, like the glowOf a bright fireside in the wildest day;And kindly words and offices of goodShall wait upon thy steps, as thou goest on,Where God shall lead thee, till thou reach the gatesOf a more genial season, and thy pathBe lost to human eye among the bowersAnd living fountains of a brighter land.Wm. C. Bryant.
THE TWENTY-SEVENTH OF MARCH.THE BIRTHDAY OF ——.
Nowbe the hours that yet remain to theeStormy or sunny, sympathy and love,That inextinguishably dwell withinThy heart, shall give a beauty and a lightTo the most desolate moments, like the glowOf a bright fireside in the wildest day;And kindly words and offices of goodShall wait upon thy steps, as thou goest on,Where God shall lead thee, till thou reach the gatesOf a more genial season, and thy pathBe lost to human eye among the bowersAnd living fountains of a brighter land.Wm. C. Bryant.
Nowbe the hours that yet remain to theeStormy or sunny, sympathy and love,That inextinguishably dwell withinThy heart, shall give a beauty and a lightTo the most desolate moments, like the glowOf a bright fireside in the wildest day;And kindly words and offices of goodShall wait upon thy steps, as thou goest on,Where God shall lead thee, till thou reach the gatesOf a more genial season, and thy pathBe lost to human eye among the bowersAnd living fountains of a brighter land.Wm. C. Bryant.
Nowbe the hours that yet remain to theeStormy or sunny, sympathy and love,That inextinguishably dwell withinThy heart, shall give a beauty and a lightTo the most desolate moments, like the glowOf a bright fireside in the wildest day;And kindly words and offices of goodShall wait upon thy steps, as thou goest on,Where God shall lead thee, till thou reach the gatesOf a more genial season, and thy pathBe lost to human eye among the bowersAnd living fountains of a brighter land.
Nowbe the hours that yet remain to thee
Stormy or sunny, sympathy and love,
That inextinguishably dwell within
Thy heart, shall give a beauty and a light
To the most desolate moments, like the glow
Of a bright fireside in the wildest day;
And kindly words and offices of good
Shall wait upon thy steps, as thou goest on,
Where God shall lead thee, till thou reach the gates
Of a more genial season, and thy path
Be lost to human eye among the bowers
And living fountains of a brighter land.
Wm. C. Bryant.