SOLITUDE.
ByW. T. SAWARD.
Thewind is singing a lonely song,Down in the forest deep!And I watch and watch the whole day long,Till the evening shadows creep.O flowers of the dying autumn day,How can you bloom when my love’s away!The golden grain of the harvest fallsUnder the sickle’s breath;And along the wood a spirit calls,Telling there is no death!For be it autumn, or be it spring,Some flowers will bloom, and some birds will sing!The night falls dark o’er the Fatherland,Down to the stretching sea!O Star of Hope! with your silver wand,Guide him to home and me!That the morning may find us hand in handIn the light of the well-loved Fatherland.
Thewind is singing a lonely song,Down in the forest deep!And I watch and watch the whole day long,Till the evening shadows creep.O flowers of the dying autumn day,How can you bloom when my love’s away!The golden grain of the harvest fallsUnder the sickle’s breath;And along the wood a spirit calls,Telling there is no death!For be it autumn, or be it spring,Some flowers will bloom, and some birds will sing!The night falls dark o’er the Fatherland,Down to the stretching sea!O Star of Hope! with your silver wand,Guide him to home and me!That the morning may find us hand in handIn the light of the well-loved Fatherland.
Thewind is singing a lonely song,Down in the forest deep!And I watch and watch the whole day long,Till the evening shadows creep.O flowers of the dying autumn day,How can you bloom when my love’s away!
Thewind is singing a lonely song,
Down in the forest deep!
And I watch and watch the whole day long,
Till the evening shadows creep.
O flowers of the dying autumn day,
How can you bloom when my love’s away!
The golden grain of the harvest fallsUnder the sickle’s breath;And along the wood a spirit calls,Telling there is no death!For be it autumn, or be it spring,Some flowers will bloom, and some birds will sing!
The golden grain of the harvest falls
Under the sickle’s breath;
And along the wood a spirit calls,
Telling there is no death!
For be it autumn, or be it spring,
Some flowers will bloom, and some birds will sing!
The night falls dark o’er the Fatherland,Down to the stretching sea!O Star of Hope! with your silver wand,Guide him to home and me!That the morning may find us hand in handIn the light of the well-loved Fatherland.
The night falls dark o’er the Fatherland,
Down to the stretching sea!
O Star of Hope! with your silver wand,
Guide him to home and me!
That the morning may find us hand in hand
In the light of the well-loved Fatherland.