CONTENTS.
Poems.
The sweetest songs are left unsung,The sweetest themes unread,The sweetest chords are left unstrung,The sweetest words unsaid.How strange it is, and yet how true,Surpassing mortal ken,We still can catch a blessed viewOf thought and times and men.Though brightest paths remain unknown,And few the heights we tread,Though we must struggle on aloneWith deepest tears unshed;Although our hearts are anguish wrungAnd ev'ry effort pain,If we can keep another young,We have not lived in vain.'Tis said the fairest buds decay;Perhaps they do, and yet,Upon the darkest, dullest wayHow many flowers are met.The happy hours so quickly fleeWe sigh to see them go,When out upon life's troubled seaThe moments move so slow.Shall sweetest songs be left unsung?The sweetest themes unread?The sweetest chords be left unstrung?The sweetest words unsaid?When we have but to do our best,The very best we can,To have the future richly blestOf God and truth and man.
The sweetest songs are left unsung,The sweetest themes unread,The sweetest chords are left unstrung,The sweetest words unsaid.How strange it is, and yet how true,Surpassing mortal ken,We still can catch a blessed viewOf thought and times and men.Though brightest paths remain unknown,And few the heights we tread,Though we must struggle on aloneWith deepest tears unshed;Although our hearts are anguish wrungAnd ev'ry effort pain,If we can keep another young,We have not lived in vain.'Tis said the fairest buds decay;Perhaps they do, and yet,Upon the darkest, dullest wayHow many flowers are met.The happy hours so quickly fleeWe sigh to see them go,When out upon life's troubled seaThe moments move so slow.Shall sweetest songs be left unsung?The sweetest themes unread?The sweetest chords be left unstrung?The sweetest words unsaid?When we have but to do our best,The very best we can,To have the future richly blestOf God and truth and man.
The sweetest songs are left unsung,The sweetest themes unread,The sweetest chords are left unstrung,The sweetest words unsaid.How strange it is, and yet how true,Surpassing mortal ken,We still can catch a blessed viewOf thought and times and men.
The sweetest songs are left unsung,
The sweetest themes unread,
The sweetest chords are left unstrung,
The sweetest words unsaid.
How strange it is, and yet how true,
Surpassing mortal ken,
We still can catch a blessed view
Of thought and times and men.
Though brightest paths remain unknown,And few the heights we tread,Though we must struggle on aloneWith deepest tears unshed;Although our hearts are anguish wrungAnd ev'ry effort pain,If we can keep another young,We have not lived in vain.
Though brightest paths remain unknown,
And few the heights we tread,
Though we must struggle on alone
With deepest tears unshed;
Although our hearts are anguish wrung
And ev'ry effort pain,
If we can keep another young,
We have not lived in vain.
'Tis said the fairest buds decay;Perhaps they do, and yet,Upon the darkest, dullest wayHow many flowers are met.The happy hours so quickly fleeWe sigh to see them go,When out upon life's troubled seaThe moments move so slow.
'Tis said the fairest buds decay;
Perhaps they do, and yet,
Upon the darkest, dullest way
How many flowers are met.
The happy hours so quickly flee
We sigh to see them go,
When out upon life's troubled sea
The moments move so slow.
Shall sweetest songs be left unsung?The sweetest themes unread?The sweetest chords be left unstrung?The sweetest words unsaid?When we have but to do our best,The very best we can,To have the future richly blestOf God and truth and man.
Shall sweetest songs be left unsung?
The sweetest themes unread?
The sweetest chords be left unstrung?
The sweetest words unsaid?
When we have but to do our best,
The very best we can,
To have the future richly blest
Of God and truth and man.