Go to sleep, await the day,Fair in dreamland far away,Through the shadows of the night’Till the early morning light.Slumber sweetly, do not fear,Angels voices hover near,Lullabies so soft they sing,Messages of love doth bring.Sleep, O sleep, ’till dawning light,Wakes thee on thy pillow white,Then arise with glad heart singPraises to our heav’nly King.
Go to sleep, await the day,Fair in dreamland far away,Through the shadows of the night’Till the early morning light.Slumber sweetly, do not fear,Angels voices hover near,Lullabies so soft they sing,Messages of love doth bring.Sleep, O sleep, ’till dawning light,Wakes thee on thy pillow white,Then arise with glad heart singPraises to our heav’nly King.
Go to sleep, await the day,Fair in dreamland far away,Through the shadows of the night’Till the early morning light.
Slumber sweetly, do not fear,Angels voices hover near,Lullabies so soft they sing,Messages of love doth bring.
Sleep, O sleep, ’till dawning light,Wakes thee on thy pillow white,Then arise with glad heart singPraises to our heav’nly King.
We greet Spring’s warm rain and sunshine,The budding trees and flow’rs;Summer’s blue skies so radiant,Above the rose leaf bow’rs;We greet Autumn as we harvest,All efforts we have made;Then Winter like the close of life,Comes creeping in the shade.
We greet Spring’s warm rain and sunshine,The budding trees and flow’rs;Summer’s blue skies so radiant,Above the rose leaf bow’rs;We greet Autumn as we harvest,All efforts we have made;Then Winter like the close of life,Comes creeping in the shade.
We greet Spring’s warm rain and sunshine,The budding trees and flow’rs;Summer’s blue skies so radiant,Above the rose leaf bow’rs;We greet Autumn as we harvest,All efforts we have made;Then Winter like the close of life,Comes creeping in the shade.
Oh loved minstrel of Erin chant forth thy sweet lay,All down through the ages you’ve sang,From the first breath of dawn ere the mists rolled away,Through Erin thy melodies rang;For thy soul stirring themes of joy and of sorrow,Inspire us with love and with zeal,With hope in our hearts that the dawning tomorrow,The sunburst of freedom reveal.Of her glories, her triumphs, and her vict’ries sing,Her art, learning, culture and songs,Of brave hearts ever loyal to country and king,On battle fields fighting her wrongs,Yes, the wrongs of a nation down trodden forlorn,For centuries long they have bled,For the faith of their fathers, the cross they have borne,And planted where ever they fled.
Oh loved minstrel of Erin chant forth thy sweet lay,All down through the ages you’ve sang,From the first breath of dawn ere the mists rolled away,Through Erin thy melodies rang;For thy soul stirring themes of joy and of sorrow,Inspire us with love and with zeal,With hope in our hearts that the dawning tomorrow,The sunburst of freedom reveal.Of her glories, her triumphs, and her vict’ries sing,Her art, learning, culture and songs,Of brave hearts ever loyal to country and king,On battle fields fighting her wrongs,Yes, the wrongs of a nation down trodden forlorn,For centuries long they have bled,For the faith of their fathers, the cross they have borne,And planted where ever they fled.
Oh loved minstrel of Erin chant forth thy sweet lay,All down through the ages you’ve sang,From the first breath of dawn ere the mists rolled away,Through Erin thy melodies rang;For thy soul stirring themes of joy and of sorrow,Inspire us with love and with zeal,With hope in our hearts that the dawning tomorrow,The sunburst of freedom reveal.
Of her glories, her triumphs, and her vict’ries sing,Her art, learning, culture and songs,Of brave hearts ever loyal to country and king,On battle fields fighting her wrongs,Yes, the wrongs of a nation down trodden forlorn,For centuries long they have bled,For the faith of their fathers, the cross they have borne,And planted where ever they fled.
In that land of haunting beauty,Our Mary’s own sweet month of May,In a thatched cottage years ago,While the birds chirped in the hedgerows,And the flowers were veiled in sleep,Sweet Ave’s from fond hearts did flow.In the shadows of the turf fire,Several figures knelt in pray’r,The soft breeze lingered by the door,While the oft repeated Ave’s,The sweet Hail Mary full of graceTheir beads they counted o’er and o’er.Oh for this the May breeze waited,And then at last went on its way,The hawthorn’s perfume filled the air,For the incense of those Ave’sIt bore away to Mary’s throne,A tribute of love and prayer.
In that land of haunting beauty,Our Mary’s own sweet month of May,In a thatched cottage years ago,While the birds chirped in the hedgerows,And the flowers were veiled in sleep,Sweet Ave’s from fond hearts did flow.In the shadows of the turf fire,Several figures knelt in pray’r,The soft breeze lingered by the door,While the oft repeated Ave’s,The sweet Hail Mary full of graceTheir beads they counted o’er and o’er.Oh for this the May breeze waited,And then at last went on its way,The hawthorn’s perfume filled the air,For the incense of those Ave’sIt bore away to Mary’s throne,A tribute of love and prayer.
In that land of haunting beauty,Our Mary’s own sweet month of May,In a thatched cottage years ago,While the birds chirped in the hedgerows,And the flowers were veiled in sleep,Sweet Ave’s from fond hearts did flow.
In the shadows of the turf fire,Several figures knelt in pray’r,The soft breeze lingered by the door,While the oft repeated Ave’s,The sweet Hail Mary full of graceTheir beads they counted o’er and o’er.
Oh for this the May breeze waited,And then at last went on its way,The hawthorn’s perfume filled the air,For the incense of those Ave’sIt bore away to Mary’s throne,A tribute of love and prayer.
The truths of old, oh heart of man,Speak forth with free impressive tongue,For righteousness thy thoughts express,The seeming mysteries of God’s plan;Let thoughts emerge from heart and brain,In spoken accents sweet and low,Give to the world your very best,For in His plan God willed it so.All nature moves in harmony,No discord mars the glad refrainOf sun, and moon, and stars above,Of trees and flow’rs on hill and plain;Oh! heart of man with truths of old,In love and justice rule the earth,Resplendent shine like purest gold,Without alloy, oh heart of man.
The truths of old, oh heart of man,Speak forth with free impressive tongue,For righteousness thy thoughts express,The seeming mysteries of God’s plan;Let thoughts emerge from heart and brain,In spoken accents sweet and low,Give to the world your very best,For in His plan God willed it so.All nature moves in harmony,No discord mars the glad refrainOf sun, and moon, and stars above,Of trees and flow’rs on hill and plain;Oh! heart of man with truths of old,In love and justice rule the earth,Resplendent shine like purest gold,Without alloy, oh heart of man.
The truths of old, oh heart of man,Speak forth with free impressive tongue,For righteousness thy thoughts express,The seeming mysteries of God’s plan;Let thoughts emerge from heart and brain,In spoken accents sweet and low,Give to the world your very best,For in His plan God willed it so.
All nature moves in harmony,No discord mars the glad refrainOf sun, and moon, and stars above,Of trees and flow’rs on hill and plain;Oh! heart of man with truths of old,In love and justice rule the earth,Resplendent shine like purest gold,Without alloy, oh heart of man.
See a beautiful rose just unfoldingBreathing its fragrance on the summer air,While on the emerald green at its feetA modest blue violet bloomed so fair;And thought oh how happy the rose must beQueen of the garden, nodding gracefully.But there is ne’er a rose without its thornsWhile on its beauty we may always gazeIf we go near why we must have a careOr those thorns will pierce while still we may praise.Then the rose bending low her stately headKissed the sweet violet tender and trueAs a pearly tear from her petals fell,On the violet’s lips bedecked with dew,And said, “Little flower contented be.No thorns probe your side, nodding gracefully.”
See a beautiful rose just unfoldingBreathing its fragrance on the summer air,While on the emerald green at its feetA modest blue violet bloomed so fair;And thought oh how happy the rose must beQueen of the garden, nodding gracefully.But there is ne’er a rose without its thornsWhile on its beauty we may always gazeIf we go near why we must have a careOr those thorns will pierce while still we may praise.Then the rose bending low her stately headKissed the sweet violet tender and trueAs a pearly tear from her petals fell,On the violet’s lips bedecked with dew,And said, “Little flower contented be.No thorns probe your side, nodding gracefully.”
See a beautiful rose just unfoldingBreathing its fragrance on the summer air,While on the emerald green at its feetA modest blue violet bloomed so fair;And thought oh how happy the rose must beQueen of the garden, nodding gracefully.
But there is ne’er a rose without its thornsWhile on its beauty we may always gazeIf we go near why we must have a careOr those thorns will pierce while still we may praise.
Then the rose bending low her stately headKissed the sweet violet tender and trueAs a pearly tear from her petals fell,On the violet’s lips bedecked with dew,And said, “Little flower contented be.No thorns probe your side, nodding gracefully.”
How dear the ties that bind us to the past,Fond thoughts of them around our hearts doth twine;We seem to feel the essence of their love,Like fragrance of the rose in summer time.Though passd from earth, their influence remain,Their earnestness, their work, their loving care:The rift within the clouds cast forth sunshine,Sweet rays of hope, The Beautiful Somewhere.Somewhere beyond in that haven of rest,Where bright light divine shines forth from its dome,Where heavenly choirs are chanting His praise,We place forget-me-nots around their home.
How dear the ties that bind us to the past,Fond thoughts of them around our hearts doth twine;We seem to feel the essence of their love,Like fragrance of the rose in summer time.Though passd from earth, their influence remain,Their earnestness, their work, their loving care:The rift within the clouds cast forth sunshine,Sweet rays of hope, The Beautiful Somewhere.Somewhere beyond in that haven of rest,Where bright light divine shines forth from its dome,Where heavenly choirs are chanting His praise,We place forget-me-nots around their home.
How dear the ties that bind us to the past,Fond thoughts of them around our hearts doth twine;We seem to feel the essence of their love,Like fragrance of the rose in summer time.
Though passd from earth, their influence remain,Their earnestness, their work, their loving care:The rift within the clouds cast forth sunshine,Sweet rays of hope, The Beautiful Somewhere.
Somewhere beyond in that haven of rest,Where bright light divine shines forth from its dome,Where heavenly choirs are chanting His praise,We place forget-me-nots around their home.
Where shall I hide? a sad voice cried,Where shall I hide I pray,Why is it so, where e’er I go,Along my weary way,The path seems all beset with thornsNo roses can I see?Where shall I hide? where shall I hide?Lo! Christ says hide in me.Oh child of sorrow, ne’er despair,Full well I loveth thee,For thee I died, so do not hideSo far away from me,But look beyond this vale of tears,With faith’s unerring light,Roses you’ll see mid garlands freeAlong your path so bright.
Where shall I hide? a sad voice cried,Where shall I hide I pray,Why is it so, where e’er I go,Along my weary way,The path seems all beset with thornsNo roses can I see?Where shall I hide? where shall I hide?Lo! Christ says hide in me.Oh child of sorrow, ne’er despair,Full well I loveth thee,For thee I died, so do not hideSo far away from me,But look beyond this vale of tears,With faith’s unerring light,Roses you’ll see mid garlands freeAlong your path so bright.
Where shall I hide? a sad voice cried,Where shall I hide I pray,Why is it so, where e’er I go,Along my weary way,The path seems all beset with thornsNo roses can I see?Where shall I hide? where shall I hide?Lo! Christ says hide in me.
Oh child of sorrow, ne’er despair,Full well I loveth thee,For thee I died, so do not hideSo far away from me,But look beyond this vale of tears,With faith’s unerring light,Roses you’ll see mid garlands freeAlong your path so bright.
From the garden fair of heaven,Like dewdrops from the skiesFalls the perfume of a flowerThat is now in paradise.May the essence of his virtuesSteal softly o’er the dawn,Dispelling all the shadows greyAs on that Easter morn.As captives here we may languishAll peace will soar away,’Till refreshing dews from heavenGuide us on day by day.God’s love and light will sustain usLike the lily so fairWe will drink of His sweet fragranceAnd banish ev’ry care.
From the garden fair of heaven,Like dewdrops from the skiesFalls the perfume of a flowerThat is now in paradise.May the essence of his virtuesSteal softly o’er the dawn,Dispelling all the shadows greyAs on that Easter morn.As captives here we may languishAll peace will soar away,’Till refreshing dews from heavenGuide us on day by day.God’s love and light will sustain usLike the lily so fairWe will drink of His sweet fragranceAnd banish ev’ry care.
From the garden fair of heaven,Like dewdrops from the skiesFalls the perfume of a flowerThat is now in paradise.May the essence of his virtuesSteal softly o’er the dawn,Dispelling all the shadows greyAs on that Easter morn.
As captives here we may languishAll peace will soar away,’Till refreshing dews from heavenGuide us on day by day.God’s love and light will sustain usLike the lily so fairWe will drink of His sweet fragranceAnd banish ev’ry care.
I breathe it to the rose at dawn,To the violets blue,The secret of my soul new born,And love ’tis all of you.I tell them of a vision fair,A dream of bliss divine,And as their perfume fills the air,My heart seeks only thine.I plucked the buds all blushing red,The violets so blue,They seem to say with drooping headsFond thoughts we’ll take for you,To her heart we’ll bring sweet tidingsWhile nestling on her breast,We’ll breathe of love the poet sings,Of love supremely blest.
I breathe it to the rose at dawn,To the violets blue,The secret of my soul new born,And love ’tis all of you.I tell them of a vision fair,A dream of bliss divine,And as their perfume fills the air,My heart seeks only thine.I plucked the buds all blushing red,The violets so blue,They seem to say with drooping headsFond thoughts we’ll take for you,To her heart we’ll bring sweet tidingsWhile nestling on her breast,We’ll breathe of love the poet sings,Of love supremely blest.
I breathe it to the rose at dawn,To the violets blue,The secret of my soul new born,And love ’tis all of you.I tell them of a vision fair,A dream of bliss divine,And as their perfume fills the air,My heart seeks only thine.
I plucked the buds all blushing red,The violets so blue,They seem to say with drooping headsFond thoughts we’ll take for you,To her heart we’ll bring sweet tidingsWhile nestling on her breast,We’ll breathe of love the poet sings,Of love supremely blest.
Without the earth was robed in white,Stars glittered in the wintry sky,The altar lights shone fair and bright,Sweet heav’nly music rose on high,Breathing in the language of the soul,All that the soul so longs to hear,While from the sanctu’ry lamp there stoleSoft rays that flickered far and near.And lo! the scene, the Cloister choir,The nuns in silent pray’r with God,The crib of Bethlehem, all inspire,Uplift our hearts from earth’s cold clod;All hallowed by God’s holy priest,Raising the host of sacrifice,While rays from the star of the eastSeem to guide us away from vice.Non omnis moriar, they say,Not dead the flow’rs beneath the snow,They’ll come forth from the earth so gray,Live and bloom in the sun’s warm glow;Above the snow beyond the starsThey who have gone in soft tones sing,Non omnis moriar, afar,We dwell in peace with Christ our King.
Without the earth was robed in white,Stars glittered in the wintry sky,The altar lights shone fair and bright,Sweet heav’nly music rose on high,Breathing in the language of the soul,All that the soul so longs to hear,While from the sanctu’ry lamp there stoleSoft rays that flickered far and near.And lo! the scene, the Cloister choir,The nuns in silent pray’r with God,The crib of Bethlehem, all inspire,Uplift our hearts from earth’s cold clod;All hallowed by God’s holy priest,Raising the host of sacrifice,While rays from the star of the eastSeem to guide us away from vice.Non omnis moriar, they say,Not dead the flow’rs beneath the snow,They’ll come forth from the earth so gray,Live and bloom in the sun’s warm glow;Above the snow beyond the starsThey who have gone in soft tones sing,Non omnis moriar, afar,We dwell in peace with Christ our King.
Without the earth was robed in white,Stars glittered in the wintry sky,The altar lights shone fair and bright,Sweet heav’nly music rose on high,Breathing in the language of the soul,All that the soul so longs to hear,While from the sanctu’ry lamp there stoleSoft rays that flickered far and near.
And lo! the scene, the Cloister choir,The nuns in silent pray’r with God,The crib of Bethlehem, all inspire,Uplift our hearts from earth’s cold clod;All hallowed by God’s holy priest,Raising the host of sacrifice,While rays from the star of the eastSeem to guide us away from vice.
Non omnis moriar, they say,Not dead the flow’rs beneath the snow,They’ll come forth from the earth so gray,Live and bloom in the sun’s warm glow;Above the snow beyond the starsThey who have gone in soft tones sing,Non omnis moriar, afar,We dwell in peace with Christ our King.
A thousand harps are breaking music in my heart,In wild picturesque corners where the nymphs might prance,Strains, half sweet, half sad, in my daily life apart,Gush forth as from a fountain where the sun’s light dance.The dusk of night is hov’ring o’er the twilight hour,Its hidden existence through ever changing years,The sun’s last rays shed a halo o’er our bower,The flowers in their beauty seem diffused with tears.All nature blends in song, in harmony so grand,Oh why not my soul in sweet melody divine,Soar ever onward, upward over sea and land,Through space and eternity to the heav’nly shrine.
A thousand harps are breaking music in my heart,In wild picturesque corners where the nymphs might prance,Strains, half sweet, half sad, in my daily life apart,Gush forth as from a fountain where the sun’s light dance.The dusk of night is hov’ring o’er the twilight hour,Its hidden existence through ever changing years,The sun’s last rays shed a halo o’er our bower,The flowers in their beauty seem diffused with tears.All nature blends in song, in harmony so grand,Oh why not my soul in sweet melody divine,Soar ever onward, upward over sea and land,Through space and eternity to the heav’nly shrine.
A thousand harps are breaking music in my heart,In wild picturesque corners where the nymphs might prance,Strains, half sweet, half sad, in my daily life apart,Gush forth as from a fountain where the sun’s light dance.
The dusk of night is hov’ring o’er the twilight hour,Its hidden existence through ever changing years,The sun’s last rays shed a halo o’er our bower,The flowers in their beauty seem diffused with tears.
All nature blends in song, in harmony so grand,Oh why not my soul in sweet melody divine,Soar ever onward, upward over sea and land,Through space and eternity to the heav’nly shrine.
I gazed at the sky half dreaming,Through the whispering trees,I lay enrapt in its beauty,While hope sighed through the leaves,A sense of sublime awakeningStole o’er my slumb’ring soul,I awoke in this universe,Where, oh where was the goal?Then the world seemed slowly fadingThe godlike seemed to shineMy heart throbbed under the visionThe infinite divine.I awoke to face life’s battlesThose mem’ries floating o’erAs a safeguard in temptationA safeguard evermore.
I gazed at the sky half dreaming,Through the whispering trees,I lay enrapt in its beauty,While hope sighed through the leaves,A sense of sublime awakeningStole o’er my slumb’ring soul,I awoke in this universe,Where, oh where was the goal?Then the world seemed slowly fadingThe godlike seemed to shineMy heart throbbed under the visionThe infinite divine.I awoke to face life’s battlesThose mem’ries floating o’erAs a safeguard in temptationA safeguard evermore.
I gazed at the sky half dreaming,Through the whispering trees,I lay enrapt in its beauty,While hope sighed through the leaves,A sense of sublime awakeningStole o’er my slumb’ring soul,I awoke in this universe,Where, oh where was the goal?
Then the world seemed slowly fadingThe godlike seemed to shineMy heart throbbed under the visionThe infinite divine.I awoke to face life’s battlesThose mem’ries floating o’erAs a safeguard in temptationA safeguard evermore.
Ev’ry flower by the wayside,Ev’ry shrub, ev’ry tree,The little brooks ’neath mossy banks,Sing joyfully of Thee.As we gaze upon the heavens,The solar system, whereWe see order all about usThy footprints, God, are there.Oh the glory and the grandeurOf Thy Godhead we seeIn all Harmony and beautyRevealed to us by Thee.All creation speaks Thy presence,All hallowed be Thy name,From zone to zone, from east to westThy footprints will remain.
Ev’ry flower by the wayside,Ev’ry shrub, ev’ry tree,The little brooks ’neath mossy banks,Sing joyfully of Thee.As we gaze upon the heavens,The solar system, whereWe see order all about usThy footprints, God, are there.Oh the glory and the grandeurOf Thy Godhead we seeIn all Harmony and beautyRevealed to us by Thee.All creation speaks Thy presence,All hallowed be Thy name,From zone to zone, from east to westThy footprints will remain.
Ev’ry flower by the wayside,Ev’ry shrub, ev’ry tree,The little brooks ’neath mossy banks,Sing joyfully of Thee.
As we gaze upon the heavens,The solar system, whereWe see order all about usThy footprints, God, are there.
Oh the glory and the grandeurOf Thy Godhead we seeIn all Harmony and beautyRevealed to us by Thee.
All creation speaks Thy presence,All hallowed be Thy name,From zone to zone, from east to westThy footprints will remain.
Oh, sacred spot where ashes rest,Where thy dear form is laid away,’Way from our sight so calm, serene,Only waiting the judgment day;Lo! from thy heart a rose is born,Like thy soul with beauty and grace,Opening its petals o’er thy grave,Yes, shedding its perfume through space.Like bird on the wing a messageAs sweet as the nightingale’s song,Pure as the rose leaves o’er thy breast,Proclaiming to the world’s great throng,There is no death, sin, gloom or strifeAfter we reach the other shore,From the ashes a rose is born,To bloom in God’s love ever more.
Oh, sacred spot where ashes rest,Where thy dear form is laid away,’Way from our sight so calm, serene,Only waiting the judgment day;Lo! from thy heart a rose is born,Like thy soul with beauty and grace,Opening its petals o’er thy grave,Yes, shedding its perfume through space.Like bird on the wing a messageAs sweet as the nightingale’s song,Pure as the rose leaves o’er thy breast,Proclaiming to the world’s great throng,There is no death, sin, gloom or strifeAfter we reach the other shore,From the ashes a rose is born,To bloom in God’s love ever more.
Oh, sacred spot where ashes rest,Where thy dear form is laid away,’Way from our sight so calm, serene,Only waiting the judgment day;Lo! from thy heart a rose is born,Like thy soul with beauty and grace,Opening its petals o’er thy grave,Yes, shedding its perfume through space.
Like bird on the wing a messageAs sweet as the nightingale’s song,Pure as the rose leaves o’er thy breast,Proclaiming to the world’s great throng,There is no death, sin, gloom or strifeAfter we reach the other shore,From the ashes a rose is born,To bloom in God’s love ever more.
Far, far out as the foaming waves,Dance and glisten in caps of white,See the setting sun’s crimson rays,Reflected in the waters bright.The crested billows rise and fall,The mermaids chant their evening song,In murmurs low the sea doth call,The evening bell its tones prolong.Echoing softly o’er the sea,Then resounding along the shore,As ebbing tides flow glad and free,Forever sighing evermore.The waters in green, blue and gold,As the mist arises from the seaIn weird fantastic shadows bold,Seem gently calling you and me.Behold, oh great Creator blest,Oh! Sovereign King of earth and heav’n,Thy myst’ries sooth our souls to rest,Faith and hope to us are given.
Far, far out as the foaming waves,Dance and glisten in caps of white,See the setting sun’s crimson rays,Reflected in the waters bright.The crested billows rise and fall,The mermaids chant their evening song,In murmurs low the sea doth call,The evening bell its tones prolong.Echoing softly o’er the sea,Then resounding along the shore,As ebbing tides flow glad and free,Forever sighing evermore.The waters in green, blue and gold,As the mist arises from the seaIn weird fantastic shadows bold,Seem gently calling you and me.Behold, oh great Creator blest,Oh! Sovereign King of earth and heav’n,Thy myst’ries sooth our souls to rest,Faith and hope to us are given.
Far, far out as the foaming waves,Dance and glisten in caps of white,See the setting sun’s crimson rays,Reflected in the waters bright.
The crested billows rise and fall,The mermaids chant their evening song,In murmurs low the sea doth call,The evening bell its tones prolong.
Echoing softly o’er the sea,Then resounding along the shore,As ebbing tides flow glad and free,Forever sighing evermore.
The waters in green, blue and gold,As the mist arises from the seaIn weird fantastic shadows bold,Seem gently calling you and me.
Behold, oh great Creator blest,Oh! Sovereign King of earth and heav’n,Thy myst’ries sooth our souls to rest,Faith and hope to us are given.
Now, “Beauty is what beauty does”We hear the poets say,As, “Beauty is what beauty does,”We all may hope and prayOur minds to high ideals will rise,Our bodies hold in sway;The thoughts within will shine withoutEmit the brightest ray,Of love, and sunshine, faith and truthSelf sacrifice each day.The souls that speak from out such eyes,With wondrous beauties shine,The smiles that hover o’er such lips,A wealth of love define,The graceful poise, sweet manners bornOf deeds and truths sublime;All animation, charm, repose,Produced from such a mineOf wealth untold, of gifts so grand,We see at beauty’s shrine.
Now, “Beauty is what beauty does”We hear the poets say,As, “Beauty is what beauty does,”We all may hope and prayOur minds to high ideals will rise,Our bodies hold in sway;The thoughts within will shine withoutEmit the brightest ray,Of love, and sunshine, faith and truthSelf sacrifice each day.The souls that speak from out such eyes,With wondrous beauties shine,The smiles that hover o’er such lips,A wealth of love define,The graceful poise, sweet manners bornOf deeds and truths sublime;All animation, charm, repose,Produced from such a mineOf wealth untold, of gifts so grand,We see at beauty’s shrine.
Now, “Beauty is what beauty does”We hear the poets say,As, “Beauty is what beauty does,”We all may hope and prayOur minds to high ideals will rise,Our bodies hold in sway;The thoughts within will shine withoutEmit the brightest ray,Of love, and sunshine, faith and truthSelf sacrifice each day.
The souls that speak from out such eyes,With wondrous beauties shine,The smiles that hover o’er such lips,A wealth of love define,The graceful poise, sweet manners bornOf deeds and truths sublime;All animation, charm, repose,Produced from such a mineOf wealth untold, of gifts so grand,We see at beauty’s shrine.
Farewell, farewell sweet songster,We are sad from thee to part,Thy soul inspiring music,Cheered many a weary heart,The lark soars tow’rd the heavens,Yes, far upward in its flight,The nightingale’s sweet musicOften thrills us with delight.Sweet thoughts of thee we’ll cherish,Our bright shining star of love,Thy melodies would wakenThe celestial choirs above;For strains of sweetest music,Now seem wafted o’er the sea,List’ning to the grand old songsThat so charmed us sung by thee.
Farewell, farewell sweet songster,We are sad from thee to part,Thy soul inspiring music,Cheered many a weary heart,The lark soars tow’rd the heavens,Yes, far upward in its flight,The nightingale’s sweet musicOften thrills us with delight.Sweet thoughts of thee we’ll cherish,Our bright shining star of love,Thy melodies would wakenThe celestial choirs above;For strains of sweetest music,Now seem wafted o’er the sea,List’ning to the grand old songsThat so charmed us sung by thee.
Farewell, farewell sweet songster,We are sad from thee to part,Thy soul inspiring music,Cheered many a weary heart,The lark soars tow’rd the heavens,Yes, far upward in its flight,The nightingale’s sweet musicOften thrills us with delight.
Sweet thoughts of thee we’ll cherish,Our bright shining star of love,Thy melodies would wakenThe celestial choirs above;For strains of sweetest music,Now seem wafted o’er the sea,List’ning to the grand old songsThat so charmed us sung by thee.
Oh light of pray’r divinely blest,Within our hearts there find sweet rest;Oh vision bright of faith supremeMore beautiful than poet’s theme,On all the beauty earth can giveBut to decay, with thee we live.We’ll live with thee in heav’n above,Where all is happiness and love,When from this sphere we’re called awayTo live in the eternal day.The light of pray’r our guide will be,Faith’s vision of eternity.
Oh light of pray’r divinely blest,Within our hearts there find sweet rest;Oh vision bright of faith supremeMore beautiful than poet’s theme,On all the beauty earth can giveBut to decay, with thee we live.We’ll live with thee in heav’n above,Where all is happiness and love,When from this sphere we’re called awayTo live in the eternal day.The light of pray’r our guide will be,Faith’s vision of eternity.
Oh light of pray’r divinely blest,Within our hearts there find sweet rest;Oh vision bright of faith supremeMore beautiful than poet’s theme,On all the beauty earth can giveBut to decay, with thee we live.
We’ll live with thee in heav’n above,Where all is happiness and love,When from this sphere we’re called awayTo live in the eternal day.The light of pray’r our guide will be,Faith’s vision of eternity.
Far, far away o’er the meadow,Watching the sunset’s glow,List’ning to the songbirds chirpingTo the night, sweet and low,Oh there as the twilight shadowsBid goodbye to the day,How our souls go out in raptureFrom tenements of clay.For there in the dim seclusionOf nature’s magic hour,A glorious beauty is revealedOf God’s most sacred pow’r.A sublime myster’ous vision,A halo from above,Casting sunshine o’er the shadowsBy virtue of His love.
Far, far away o’er the meadow,Watching the sunset’s glow,List’ning to the songbirds chirpingTo the night, sweet and low,Oh there as the twilight shadowsBid goodbye to the day,How our souls go out in raptureFrom tenements of clay.For there in the dim seclusionOf nature’s magic hour,A glorious beauty is revealedOf God’s most sacred pow’r.A sublime myster’ous vision,A halo from above,Casting sunshine o’er the shadowsBy virtue of His love.
Far, far away o’er the meadow,Watching the sunset’s glow,List’ning to the songbirds chirpingTo the night, sweet and low,Oh there as the twilight shadowsBid goodbye to the day,How our souls go out in raptureFrom tenements of clay.
For there in the dim seclusionOf nature’s magic hour,A glorious beauty is revealedOf God’s most sacred pow’r.A sublime myster’ous vision,A halo from above,Casting sunshine o’er the shadowsBy virtue of His love.
Love is the fulfillment for God is love,From Him all blessings flow,Peace, truth and righteousness comes from above,Deep in our hearts they grow;The world is progressing, aye, slow but sure,Time’s ever on the wing;A new day is dawning, born to endure,Love, truth and peace will bring.Love ruleth ever and all men will be,Of one vast brotherhood,Kingdoms are tot’ring far over the sea,Yes, crumbling as they should,God will be apparent the God of love,All will know He is King,The rule of right like the carrier doveA message sweet will bring.
Love is the fulfillment for God is love,From Him all blessings flow,Peace, truth and righteousness comes from above,Deep in our hearts they grow;The world is progressing, aye, slow but sure,Time’s ever on the wing;A new day is dawning, born to endure,Love, truth and peace will bring.Love ruleth ever and all men will be,Of one vast brotherhood,Kingdoms are tot’ring far over the sea,Yes, crumbling as they should,God will be apparent the God of love,All will know He is King,The rule of right like the carrier doveA message sweet will bring.
Love is the fulfillment for God is love,From Him all blessings flow,Peace, truth and righteousness comes from above,Deep in our hearts they grow;The world is progressing, aye, slow but sure,Time’s ever on the wing;A new day is dawning, born to endure,Love, truth and peace will bring.
Love ruleth ever and all men will be,Of one vast brotherhood,Kingdoms are tot’ring far over the sea,Yes, crumbling as they should,God will be apparent the God of love,All will know He is King,The rule of right like the carrier doveA message sweet will bring.