VESTAL STAR
The long, long march is o’er, the weary roaming;We bivouac, yearning for a peaceful night;I lie and dream amid the purple gloaming,And scan the heavens for a beacon light.As graying shadows lengthen o’er the landscape,And gentle zephyrs lightly stir the air,In yon first twinkling star I gleam a visionOf little sister offering up a prayer.Fra Guido, F.A.
The long, long march is o’er, the weary roaming;We bivouac, yearning for a peaceful night;I lie and dream amid the purple gloaming,And scan the heavens for a beacon light.As graying shadows lengthen o’er the landscape,And gentle zephyrs lightly stir the air,In yon first twinkling star I gleam a visionOf little sister offering up a prayer.Fra Guido, F.A.
The long, long march is o’er, the weary roaming;We bivouac, yearning for a peaceful night;I lie and dream amid the purple gloaming,And scan the heavens for a beacon light.
The long, long march is o’er, the weary roaming;
We bivouac, yearning for a peaceful night;
I lie and dream amid the purple gloaming,
And scan the heavens for a beacon light.
As graying shadows lengthen o’er the landscape,And gentle zephyrs lightly stir the air,In yon first twinkling star I gleam a visionOf little sister offering up a prayer.Fra Guido, F.A.
As graying shadows lengthen o’er the landscape,
And gentle zephyrs lightly stir the air,
In yon first twinkling star I gleam a vision
Of little sister offering up a prayer.
Fra Guido, F.A.