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Thesnow is lying deep upon the ground,And naught disturbs the quiet, bitter airExcept the distant jingling sleigh bells sound,Which seems to banish from my heart all care.The trees are barren of their waving leaves,The limbs are swaying sadly to and fro;It seems as though it for its verdure grieves,As down it shakes the flakes of shining snow.Oh, thou to me forever art a friend—I would that you were for the whole year round,And He on high those blessings by you sendThat always in your bounteous lap are found;And you and I would be as angels hereAnd sorrow never know nor ever shed a tear!
Thesnow is lying deep upon the ground,And naught disturbs the quiet, bitter airExcept the distant jingling sleigh bells sound,Which seems to banish from my heart all care.The trees are barren of their waving leaves,The limbs are swaying sadly to and fro;It seems as though it for its verdure grieves,As down it shakes the flakes of shining snow.Oh, thou to me forever art a friend—I would that you were for the whole year round,And He on high those blessings by you sendThat always in your bounteous lap are found;And you and I would be as angels hereAnd sorrow never know nor ever shed a tear!
Thesnow is lying deep upon the ground,And naught disturbs the quiet, bitter airExcept the distant jingling sleigh bells sound,Which seems to banish from my heart all care.The trees are barren of their waving leaves,The limbs are swaying sadly to and fro;It seems as though it for its verdure grieves,As down it shakes the flakes of shining snow.Oh, thou to me forever art a friend—I would that you were for the whole year round,And He on high those blessings by you sendThat always in your bounteous lap are found;And you and I would be as angels hereAnd sorrow never know nor ever shed a tear!
Thoudancing sunbeams through the happy dayDost cheer me on my onward path through life,You show to me more clear my stumbling wayAnd lighter make my almost ceaseless strife.Thou art to me a greater friend indeed,Than others I have loved up to this hour;—They are oft but a wildly growing weed—But thou art like a shining summer flow’r.The world could not exist if not for thee,The Ice-King would possession then obtain;The light and beauty from all things would flee,And naught but lasting, dark’ning chaos reighn.But now we have the cheerful, glittering lightThat keeps the universe alive and bright.
Thoudancing sunbeams through the happy dayDost cheer me on my onward path through life,You show to me more clear my stumbling wayAnd lighter make my almost ceaseless strife.Thou art to me a greater friend indeed,Than others I have loved up to this hour;—They are oft but a wildly growing weed—But thou art like a shining summer flow’r.The world could not exist if not for thee,The Ice-King would possession then obtain;The light and beauty from all things would flee,And naught but lasting, dark’ning chaos reighn.But now we have the cheerful, glittering lightThat keeps the universe alive and bright.
Thoudancing sunbeams through the happy dayDost cheer me on my onward path through life,You show to me more clear my stumbling wayAnd lighter make my almost ceaseless strife.Thou art to me a greater friend indeed,Than others I have loved up to this hour;—They are oft but a wildly growing weed—But thou art like a shining summer flow’r.The world could not exist if not for thee,The Ice-King would possession then obtain;The light and beauty from all things would flee,And naught but lasting, dark’ning chaos reighn.But now we have the cheerful, glittering lightThat keeps the universe alive and bright.
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Letus now improve the present,Waiting not for something more;For the past is gone foreverAnd its troubles all are o’er.Let us hope not in the futureGolden days will be at hand;Try, keep trying, for that country,In a fairer, better land.Up, be doing in the present,Waiting not for something more;For the past is gone foreverAnd its troubles all are o’er.Those who wait are ne’er receiving—Those who act are always blest;Up, be doing, still be acting,This is not a time for rest.Let us now improve the present,Waiting not for something more;For the past is gone foreverAnd its troubles all are o’er.
Letus now improve the present,Waiting not for something more;For the past is gone foreverAnd its troubles all are o’er.Let us hope not in the futureGolden days will be at hand;Try, keep trying, for that country,In a fairer, better land.Up, be doing in the present,Waiting not for something more;For the past is gone foreverAnd its troubles all are o’er.Those who wait are ne’er receiving—Those who act are always blest;Up, be doing, still be acting,This is not a time for rest.Let us now improve the present,Waiting not for something more;For the past is gone foreverAnd its troubles all are o’er.
Letus now improve the present,Waiting not for something more;For the past is gone foreverAnd its troubles all are o’er.
Let us hope not in the futureGolden days will be at hand;Try, keep trying, for that country,In a fairer, better land.
Up, be doing in the present,Waiting not for something more;For the past is gone foreverAnd its troubles all are o’er.
Those who wait are ne’er receiving—Those who act are always blest;Up, be doing, still be acting,This is not a time for rest.
Let us now improve the present,Waiting not for something more;For the past is gone foreverAnd its troubles all are o’er.
LittleAda now has goneTo that land above,Where no trouble ever comes;All is brightness, all is love.Now an angel far awayIn that land of light;Cheer up, oh, afflicted ones,She is gone where all is bright.Father, cheer the grieving parents;Help them now to bear the woe;Pity us, thy simple children,In this land so far below.Angels carried her to heaven,Clothed her in their robes of light;She is gone, but not forever,From the loving parents’ sight.Little Ada now has goneTo that land above,Where no trouble ever comes,All is brightness, all is love.
LittleAda now has goneTo that land above,Where no trouble ever comes;All is brightness, all is love.Now an angel far awayIn that land of light;Cheer up, oh, afflicted ones,She is gone where all is bright.Father, cheer the grieving parents;Help them now to bear the woe;Pity us, thy simple children,In this land so far below.Angels carried her to heaven,Clothed her in their robes of light;She is gone, but not forever,From the loving parents’ sight.Little Ada now has goneTo that land above,Where no trouble ever comes,All is brightness, all is love.
LittleAda now has goneTo that land above,Where no trouble ever comes;All is brightness, all is love.
Now an angel far awayIn that land of light;Cheer up, oh, afflicted ones,She is gone where all is bright.
Father, cheer the grieving parents;Help them now to bear the woe;Pity us, thy simple children,In this land so far below.
Angels carried her to heaven,Clothed her in their robes of light;She is gone, but not forever,From the loving parents’ sight.
Little Ada now has goneTo that land above,Where no trouble ever comes,All is brightness, all is love.
Onthe summit of a mountainStood I in the twilight gray,There were many standing with meIn the closing light of day.Two paths led out from the summit—One to lands so clear and bright,And the other to a dark landWhere reigned eternal night.Many chose the road to darkness—Pathway leading down to hell;Few there were that took the other—They that chose it, chose it well.’Twas a dream I dreamed in slumber,But ’tis real every day;Many take the downward path,Few that go the brighter way.
Onthe summit of a mountainStood I in the twilight gray,There were many standing with meIn the closing light of day.Two paths led out from the summit—One to lands so clear and bright,And the other to a dark landWhere reigned eternal night.Many chose the road to darkness—Pathway leading down to hell;Few there were that took the other—They that chose it, chose it well.’Twas a dream I dreamed in slumber,But ’tis real every day;Many take the downward path,Few that go the brighter way.
Onthe summit of a mountainStood I in the twilight gray,There were many standing with meIn the closing light of day.
Two paths led out from the summit—One to lands so clear and bright,And the other to a dark landWhere reigned eternal night.
Many chose the road to darkness—Pathway leading down to hell;Few there were that took the other—They that chose it, chose it well.
’Twas a dream I dreamed in slumber,But ’tis real every day;Many take the downward path,Few that go the brighter way.
Anold man entered a dram-shop,He staggerd and stumbled in;His face was as hard as granite,His hair was light and thin.The bar-keeper’s daughter enteredIn a dress of purest white,And she looked as sweet as could beIn her nice new clothes that night.The old man stopped, and reasoned,For his own dear child he knewWas shoeless and cold and raggedAnd his wife was starving, too.So the dime that lay in his pocket,Bought bread for his wife that night,And the old bar-keeper’s daughterStill dressed in her snowy white.But soon ere the winter was overThe drunkard was drunkard no more,And the wife and child were happyAs they never had been before.
Anold man entered a dram-shop,He staggerd and stumbled in;His face was as hard as granite,His hair was light and thin.The bar-keeper’s daughter enteredIn a dress of purest white,And she looked as sweet as could beIn her nice new clothes that night.The old man stopped, and reasoned,For his own dear child he knewWas shoeless and cold and raggedAnd his wife was starving, too.So the dime that lay in his pocket,Bought bread for his wife that night,And the old bar-keeper’s daughterStill dressed in her snowy white.But soon ere the winter was overThe drunkard was drunkard no more,And the wife and child were happyAs they never had been before.
Anold man entered a dram-shop,He staggerd and stumbled in;His face was as hard as granite,His hair was light and thin.
The bar-keeper’s daughter enteredIn a dress of purest white,And she looked as sweet as could beIn her nice new clothes that night.
The old man stopped, and reasoned,For his own dear child he knewWas shoeless and cold and raggedAnd his wife was starving, too.
So the dime that lay in his pocket,Bought bread for his wife that night,And the old bar-keeper’s daughterStill dressed in her snowy white.
But soon ere the winter was overThe drunkard was drunkard no more,And the wife and child were happyAs they never had been before.
Oh, fresh from the woodland comes the breath—The breath of the beautiful spring;And the gentle zephyrs that float aboutScents from the meadow and forest bring.And in every treeA robin in gleeIs chanting a joyous melody.Oh the sweet calm breath of beautiful spring—And the azure sky is bright above,And the warm sunshine makes the whole world gladFor every beam is a message of love.And in every treeThe robin in gleeIs chanting a joyous melody.The warm sun shines and the sweet flowers bloom,But ah, the wild winds will be raving amain,And the cold gray winter will ravish our joys—The beauties of earth will be vanished again.From every treeThe robin will fleeAnd fly to the South with his melody.But let us enjoy these transient delightsAnd gaze on their beauty while linger they here.Let us thank our dear Father such grandeur may comeWhile spring claims her place in every year;And in every treeA robin will beChanting a beautiful melody.
Oh, fresh from the woodland comes the breath—The breath of the beautiful spring;And the gentle zephyrs that float aboutScents from the meadow and forest bring.And in every treeA robin in gleeIs chanting a joyous melody.Oh the sweet calm breath of beautiful spring—And the azure sky is bright above,And the warm sunshine makes the whole world gladFor every beam is a message of love.And in every treeThe robin in gleeIs chanting a joyous melody.The warm sun shines and the sweet flowers bloom,But ah, the wild winds will be raving amain,And the cold gray winter will ravish our joys—The beauties of earth will be vanished again.From every treeThe robin will fleeAnd fly to the South with his melody.But let us enjoy these transient delightsAnd gaze on their beauty while linger they here.Let us thank our dear Father such grandeur may comeWhile spring claims her place in every year;And in every treeA robin will beChanting a beautiful melody.
Oh, fresh from the woodland comes the breath—The breath of the beautiful spring;And the gentle zephyrs that float aboutScents from the meadow and forest bring.And in every treeA robin in gleeIs chanting a joyous melody.
Oh the sweet calm breath of beautiful spring—And the azure sky is bright above,And the warm sunshine makes the whole world gladFor every beam is a message of love.And in every treeThe robin in gleeIs chanting a joyous melody.
The warm sun shines and the sweet flowers bloom,But ah, the wild winds will be raving amain,And the cold gray winter will ravish our joys—The beauties of earth will be vanished again.From every treeThe robin will fleeAnd fly to the South with his melody.
But let us enjoy these transient delightsAnd gaze on their beauty while linger they here.Let us thank our dear Father such grandeur may comeWhile spring claims her place in every year;And in every treeA robin will beChanting a beautiful melody.
Throughthe din of patt’ring rain dropsComes the thunder in the night,While the bold electric flashesDazzle for a while the sight.Patter, patter come the rain-dropsStreaming down the window-pane.On the roof, unceasing, patterNoisy little drops of rain.All the stars have left and hiddenAnd the cresent is no more;—When will come the day and sunshineAs it came in days of yore?But the patter of the rain-dropsMusic to my thoughts they make,When the rumbling peals of thunderRhyme and even rhythm break.May we thankful be for sunshineMay we thankful be for rain;—Come again, oh patt’ring rain-drops,With your music come again.
Throughthe din of patt’ring rain dropsComes the thunder in the night,While the bold electric flashesDazzle for a while the sight.Patter, patter come the rain-dropsStreaming down the window-pane.On the roof, unceasing, patterNoisy little drops of rain.All the stars have left and hiddenAnd the cresent is no more;—When will come the day and sunshineAs it came in days of yore?But the patter of the rain-dropsMusic to my thoughts they make,When the rumbling peals of thunderRhyme and even rhythm break.May we thankful be for sunshineMay we thankful be for rain;—Come again, oh patt’ring rain-drops,With your music come again.
Throughthe din of patt’ring rain dropsComes the thunder in the night,While the bold electric flashesDazzle for a while the sight.
Patter, patter come the rain-dropsStreaming down the window-pane.On the roof, unceasing, patterNoisy little drops of rain.
All the stars have left and hiddenAnd the cresent is no more;—When will come the day and sunshineAs it came in days of yore?
But the patter of the rain-dropsMusic to my thoughts they make,When the rumbling peals of thunderRhyme and even rhythm break.
May we thankful be for sunshineMay we thankful be for rain;—Come again, oh patt’ring rain-drops,With your music come again.
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A Poem of Six Stanzas in Blank Verse.
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On Solferino’s dizzy heights there grewThe bright green grass and here and there were seenThe golden hues of flow’rets shining fair,The bright, warm sunshine sparkled on the worldAnd all the cloudlets of the azure skyDark shadows threw upon the happy scene.
On Solferino’s dizzy heights there grewThe bright green grass and here and there were seenThe golden hues of flow’rets shining fair,The bright, warm sunshine sparkled on the worldAnd all the cloudlets of the azure skyDark shadows threw upon the happy scene.
On Solferino’s dizzy heights there grewThe bright green grass and here and there were seenThe golden hues of flow’rets shining fair,The bright, warm sunshine sparkled on the worldAnd all the cloudlets of the azure skyDark shadows threw upon the happy scene.
But on the crest of that tall cliff there frownedThe battered walls the battlements and tow’rs,And in the castle Solferino’s princeWalked to and fro and ’round him stood his men.And ere the heart had time to falter onceWas heard the deafening rolling cannon’s roar.
But on the crest of that tall cliff there frownedThe battered walls the battlements and tow’rs,And in the castle Solferino’s princeWalked to and fro and ’round him stood his men.And ere the heart had time to falter onceWas heard the deafening rolling cannon’s roar.
But on the crest of that tall cliff there frownedThe battered walls the battlements and tow’rs,And in the castle Solferino’s princeWalked to and fro and ’round him stood his men.And ere the heart had time to falter onceWas heard the deafening rolling cannon’s roar.
“The foe has come!” They flew to arms, and ereThe echoes quite had died away, they gaveForth shot for shot and shout for shout.Then was thy life-blood spilt! That dayWas one of woe to thee Sardinia!Those lives have left forevermore this earth.
“The foe has come!” They flew to arms, and ereThe echoes quite had died away, they gaveForth shot for shot and shout for shout.Then was thy life-blood spilt! That dayWas one of woe to thee Sardinia!Those lives have left forevermore this earth.
“The foe has come!” They flew to arms, and ereThe echoes quite had died away, they gaveForth shot for shot and shout for shout.Then was thy life-blood spilt! That dayWas one of woe to thee Sardinia!Those lives have left forevermore this earth.
Then came the awful ravage of the fray:The cannon’s roar, the dying’s groan, the sounds of war.And ev’rywhere was blood—the verdure wasBeneath the hard foot trampled and the dayTurned dark beneath the reign of chaos wild.
Then came the awful ravage of the fray:The cannon’s roar, the dying’s groan, the sounds of war.And ev’rywhere was blood—the verdure wasBeneath the hard foot trampled and the dayTurned dark beneath the reign of chaos wild.
Then came the awful ravage of the fray:The cannon’s roar, the dying’s groan, the sounds of war.And ev’rywhere was blood—the verdure wasBeneath the hard foot trampled and the dayTurned dark beneath the reign of chaos wild.
The Mincio’s waters drifted toward the sea.But ever on its bosom wild was borneThe life-blood of the soldier’s in the fray.Ah! red as blood its once clear waters were,And on its banks the same dread curse prevailed.
The Mincio’s waters drifted toward the sea.But ever on its bosom wild was borneThe life-blood of the soldier’s in the fray.Ah! red as blood its once clear waters were,And on its banks the same dread curse prevailed.
The Mincio’s waters drifted toward the sea.But ever on its bosom wild was borneThe life-blood of the soldier’s in the fray.Ah! red as blood its once clear waters were,And on its banks the same dread curse prevailed.
Thus man shall slay and man shall die untilThe time when his wild fury thus uncheckedShall spend itself and once relapse away.Oh! may man’s conscience soon awake to learnThe wild disaster that his fury wrought.
Thus man shall slay and man shall die untilThe time when his wild fury thus uncheckedShall spend itself and once relapse away.Oh! may man’s conscience soon awake to learnThe wild disaster that his fury wrought.
Thus man shall slay and man shall die untilThe time when his wild fury thus uncheckedShall spend itself and once relapse away.Oh! may man’s conscience soon awake to learnThe wild disaster that his fury wrought.
Thecold gray mist crept o’er the shore,And hung about the bay;We saw the foaming of the surfWithin the twilight gray.But through the twilight cold and stillWe heard the hum from yonder town;We saw the path around the hillCome winding ever slowly down.The wild wind rose as night came on,We heard the waves beat on the shore;The tempest wailed and moaned aboutAbove the distant roar.Sad night, alas! was that to someWho, on the dreary ocean wideHeard far and near the tempest come—The wailing winds on either side.A dreadful night—a stormy night—It swept the wrecks ashore;It was a time—a dreadful sight—Forgotten nevermore.That night was one of woe, alas!The wild wind whistled by;And seemed to be as it did passSome struggling sailor’s drowning cry.
Thecold gray mist crept o’er the shore,And hung about the bay;We saw the foaming of the surfWithin the twilight gray.But through the twilight cold and stillWe heard the hum from yonder town;We saw the path around the hillCome winding ever slowly down.The wild wind rose as night came on,We heard the waves beat on the shore;The tempest wailed and moaned aboutAbove the distant roar.Sad night, alas! was that to someWho, on the dreary ocean wideHeard far and near the tempest come—The wailing winds on either side.A dreadful night—a stormy night—It swept the wrecks ashore;It was a time—a dreadful sight—Forgotten nevermore.That night was one of woe, alas!The wild wind whistled by;And seemed to be as it did passSome struggling sailor’s drowning cry.
Thecold gray mist crept o’er the shore,And hung about the bay;We saw the foaming of the surfWithin the twilight gray.
But through the twilight cold and stillWe heard the hum from yonder town;We saw the path around the hillCome winding ever slowly down.
The wild wind rose as night came on,We heard the waves beat on the shore;The tempest wailed and moaned aboutAbove the distant roar.
Sad night, alas! was that to someWho, on the dreary ocean wideHeard far and near the tempest come—The wailing winds on either side.
A dreadful night—a stormy night—It swept the wrecks ashore;It was a time—a dreadful sight—Forgotten nevermore.
That night was one of woe, alas!The wild wind whistled by;And seemed to be as it did passSome struggling sailor’s drowning cry.
Farin the west is a peaceful landWhere the golden sunset fades away,And fast as the twilight shadows comeThe sunset bids farewell to day.The snow white vapor in fragments flies,And the gold-edged clouds near the sunset move;But the twilight, dim and dark and gray,Steals fast from sight this land of love.The zephyrs stir and the soft leaves waveAnd sigh for the loss of the sunset sky;But even the beauties that shine in the westMust ever fade till the glories die.
Farin the west is a peaceful landWhere the golden sunset fades away,And fast as the twilight shadows comeThe sunset bids farewell to day.The snow white vapor in fragments flies,And the gold-edged clouds near the sunset move;But the twilight, dim and dark and gray,Steals fast from sight this land of love.The zephyrs stir and the soft leaves waveAnd sigh for the loss of the sunset sky;But even the beauties that shine in the westMust ever fade till the glories die.
Farin the west is a peaceful landWhere the golden sunset fades away,And fast as the twilight shadows comeThe sunset bids farewell to day.
The snow white vapor in fragments flies,And the gold-edged clouds near the sunset move;But the twilight, dim and dark and gray,Steals fast from sight this land of love.
The zephyrs stir and the soft leaves waveAnd sigh for the loss of the sunset sky;But even the beauties that shine in the westMust ever fade till the glories die.
Inthe distance dim a valley liesWhere flows a deep dark river;On the farther shore a city stands,Where the tide flows on forever.A cloud hangs o’er the city fairBy day in the valley yonder;By night in the streets, devoid of light,Wild phantoms ever wander.No sound comes forth from the vacant domesThat gleam in the quiet air.No living thing breaks the solitude—But the phantoms wander there.In the distance dim a valley liesWhere flows a rolling river,But the phantoms wander by its sideAs time flies by forever.
Inthe distance dim a valley liesWhere flows a deep dark river;On the farther shore a city stands,Where the tide flows on forever.A cloud hangs o’er the city fairBy day in the valley yonder;By night in the streets, devoid of light,Wild phantoms ever wander.No sound comes forth from the vacant domesThat gleam in the quiet air.No living thing breaks the solitude—But the phantoms wander there.In the distance dim a valley liesWhere flows a rolling river,But the phantoms wander by its sideAs time flies by forever.
Inthe distance dim a valley liesWhere flows a deep dark river;On the farther shore a city stands,Where the tide flows on forever.
A cloud hangs o’er the city fairBy day in the valley yonder;By night in the streets, devoid of light,Wild phantoms ever wander.
No sound comes forth from the vacant domesThat gleam in the quiet air.No living thing breaks the solitude—But the phantoms wander there.
In the distance dim a valley liesWhere flows a rolling river,But the phantoms wander by its sideAs time flies by forever.
Whenthe sunset in the westGilds the landscape far and nearWraps the sun within his shroudDies he on a glorious bier.When the night falls o’er the land,Comes the cresent from the sky;Silence reigns upon the scene,As the brooklet hurries by.When the starlight cold and stillFalls upon the earth below—Falls upon the church-yard hill,By the saddened brooklets flow.Slower come the drifting watersCeasing once their noisy glee.As it passes by it sings onIn a plaintive melody.Ghostly rise the marble spectresO’er the beds of those who sleep;—Ever in the night or day timeStill their solemn vigils keep.When the sunrise in the eastGilds the sky with flames of light,Runs the brooklet fast to meetWith its waters ever bright.Onward to the flowing river,And its waters mingle there;Oh! when shall they return aganTo the brooklet shining fair?
Whenthe sunset in the westGilds the landscape far and nearWraps the sun within his shroudDies he on a glorious bier.When the night falls o’er the land,Comes the cresent from the sky;Silence reigns upon the scene,As the brooklet hurries by.When the starlight cold and stillFalls upon the earth below—Falls upon the church-yard hill,By the saddened brooklets flow.Slower come the drifting watersCeasing once their noisy glee.As it passes by it sings onIn a plaintive melody.Ghostly rise the marble spectresO’er the beds of those who sleep;—Ever in the night or day timeStill their solemn vigils keep.When the sunrise in the eastGilds the sky with flames of light,Runs the brooklet fast to meetWith its waters ever bright.Onward to the flowing river,And its waters mingle there;Oh! when shall they return aganTo the brooklet shining fair?
Whenthe sunset in the westGilds the landscape far and nearWraps the sun within his shroudDies he on a glorious bier.
When the night falls o’er the land,Comes the cresent from the sky;Silence reigns upon the scene,As the brooklet hurries by.
When the starlight cold and stillFalls upon the earth below—Falls upon the church-yard hill,By the saddened brooklets flow.
Slower come the drifting watersCeasing once their noisy glee.As it passes by it sings onIn a plaintive melody.
Ghostly rise the marble spectresO’er the beds of those who sleep;—Ever in the night or day timeStill their solemn vigils keep.
When the sunrise in the eastGilds the sky with flames of light,Runs the brooklet fast to meetWith its waters ever bright.
Onward to the flowing river,And its waters mingle there;Oh! when shall they return aganTo the brooklet shining fair?
Whenthe Christ was born on earth,Then wise men the star did guide,Till with riches they appearedBy the great Messiah’s side.And the angels ever echoedSongs of happiness again,And a voice from heaven answeredPeace on earth good will to men.Still the star whirled in its orbitRound the sun of heat and light,—Saw the earth in years advancing—Watched her in her rapid flight.When we slumber peacefully,—When we think not what is near,Still the star’s light shineth everAll its beams are bright and clear.Thus forever, yet unceasing,—Still it shineth as of yore,And shall be a guide and helperThrough the ages evermore.
Whenthe Christ was born on earth,Then wise men the star did guide,Till with riches they appearedBy the great Messiah’s side.And the angels ever echoedSongs of happiness again,And a voice from heaven answeredPeace on earth good will to men.Still the star whirled in its orbitRound the sun of heat and light,—Saw the earth in years advancing—Watched her in her rapid flight.When we slumber peacefully,—When we think not what is near,Still the star’s light shineth everAll its beams are bright and clear.Thus forever, yet unceasing,—Still it shineth as of yore,And shall be a guide and helperThrough the ages evermore.
Whenthe Christ was born on earth,Then wise men the star did guide,Till with riches they appearedBy the great Messiah’s side.
And the angels ever echoedSongs of happiness again,And a voice from heaven answeredPeace on earth good will to men.
Still the star whirled in its orbitRound the sun of heat and light,—Saw the earth in years advancing—Watched her in her rapid flight.
When we slumber peacefully,—When we think not what is near,Still the star’s light shineth everAll its beams are bright and clear.
Thus forever, yet unceasing,—Still it shineth as of yore,And shall be a guide and helperThrough the ages evermore.
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