Love only laughs when sunshine floods the air,When winds flute summer music through the trees,When nature’s masquers are attired to pleaseAnd Flora holds gay gala everywhere;But now Heaven’s brow is underknit with care,Low clouds burst forth a-weeping, flowery leasAre drowned with runnels and the ponds grow seas,Leaves droop beneath the dripping loads they bear,And silence reigns in each late lute-filled bough;The cricket chorus and the humming crowdThat tell how labour lightens earth’s hard wayAre all—all gone. Love hears no music now—Only an endless falling, sharp and loud,The dreary rhythm of a rainy day.
Love only laughs when sunshine floods the air,When winds flute summer music through the trees,When nature’s masquers are attired to pleaseAnd Flora holds gay gala everywhere;But now Heaven’s brow is underknit with care,Low clouds burst forth a-weeping, flowery leasAre drowned with runnels and the ponds grow seas,Leaves droop beneath the dripping loads they bear,And silence reigns in each late lute-filled bough;The cricket chorus and the humming crowdThat tell how labour lightens earth’s hard wayAre all—all gone. Love hears no music now—Only an endless falling, sharp and loud,The dreary rhythm of a rainy day.
Love only laughs when sunshine floods the air,When winds flute summer music through the trees,When nature’s masquers are attired to pleaseAnd Flora holds gay gala everywhere;But now Heaven’s brow is underknit with care,Low clouds burst forth a-weeping, flowery leasAre drowned with runnels and the ponds grow seas,Leaves droop beneath the dripping loads they bear,And silence reigns in each late lute-filled bough;The cricket chorus and the humming crowdThat tell how labour lightens earth’s hard wayAre all—all gone. Love hears no music now—Only an endless falling, sharp and loud,The dreary rhythm of a rainy day.
When the calm of night is fallingAnd the cares of day are o’er,Hear the voice of Jesus calling;—Go to Him and sin no more.When the heart is sad and troubledHe alone can peace restore,By his love is life ennobled;—Go to Him and sin no more.When the soul in grief and anguishMourns the evil done before,Let your faith no longer languish;—Go to Him and sin no more.Go to Him! for He can onlySoothe the pain and heal the sore,All who are distressed and lonely;—Go to Him and sin no more.Go to Him! lay down your burden,At His feet His love implore,Ask in penitence for pardon;—Go to Him and sin no more.Go to Him! He hath invitedAll to enter Heaven’s door,Sinners by His love united;—Go to Him and sin no more.
When the calm of night is fallingAnd the cares of day are o’er,Hear the voice of Jesus calling;—Go to Him and sin no more.When the heart is sad and troubledHe alone can peace restore,By his love is life ennobled;—Go to Him and sin no more.When the soul in grief and anguishMourns the evil done before,Let your faith no longer languish;—Go to Him and sin no more.Go to Him! for He can onlySoothe the pain and heal the sore,All who are distressed and lonely;—Go to Him and sin no more.Go to Him! lay down your burden,At His feet His love implore,Ask in penitence for pardon;—Go to Him and sin no more.Go to Him! He hath invitedAll to enter Heaven’s door,Sinners by His love united;—Go to Him and sin no more.
When the calm of night is fallingAnd the cares of day are o’er,Hear the voice of Jesus calling;—Go to Him and sin no more.
When the heart is sad and troubledHe alone can peace restore,By his love is life ennobled;—Go to Him and sin no more.
When the soul in grief and anguishMourns the evil done before,Let your faith no longer languish;—Go to Him and sin no more.
Go to Him! for He can onlySoothe the pain and heal the sore,All who are distressed and lonely;—Go to Him and sin no more.
Go to Him! lay down your burden,At His feet His love implore,Ask in penitence for pardon;—Go to Him and sin no more.
Go to Him! He hath invitedAll to enter Heaven’s door,Sinners by His love united;—Go to Him and sin no more.
There is a playwright older than the years,Who maketh all men actors in his play,And, though they know not what they do or say,The purpose of the plot in all appears.Each in his turn, beset with inborn fears,Enters unseen, youth’s comedy so gay,Laughs through the hours that glide too soon awayBeneath the clouds of soul-consuming tears.Then manhood’s tragedy with perils fraught,Pursues its fickle fortunes to the end,When Fate, the villain of the piece doth sendBy whom the last exciting scene is wrought;A timely stab from Death’s sure-falling knifeBrings down the curtain o’er the play of life.
There is a playwright older than the years,Who maketh all men actors in his play,And, though they know not what they do or say,The purpose of the plot in all appears.Each in his turn, beset with inborn fears,Enters unseen, youth’s comedy so gay,Laughs through the hours that glide too soon awayBeneath the clouds of soul-consuming tears.Then manhood’s tragedy with perils fraught,Pursues its fickle fortunes to the end,When Fate, the villain of the piece doth sendBy whom the last exciting scene is wrought;A timely stab from Death’s sure-falling knifeBrings down the curtain o’er the play of life.
There is a playwright older than the years,Who maketh all men actors in his play,And, though they know not what they do or say,The purpose of the plot in all appears.Each in his turn, beset with inborn fears,Enters unseen, youth’s comedy so gay,Laughs through the hours that glide too soon awayBeneath the clouds of soul-consuming tears.Then manhood’s tragedy with perils fraught,Pursues its fickle fortunes to the end,When Fate, the villain of the piece doth sendBy whom the last exciting scene is wrought;A timely stab from Death’s sure-falling knifeBrings down the curtain o’er the play of life.