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 | My Lyrical Life |  |
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To-night they sit with sadder, lonelier thought
Than ever; closer comes the Wolf of Want,
And darklier falls the shadow of Orphanhood.
For now the old man keeps his bed, and seems
Death-stricken, with his face of ghastly gray;
His life all crowded in cold glittering eyes
Watching the least light movement that is made.
The Boy, a blithe and sunny godsend, gay
As singing fountain springing in their midst,
With loving spirit leaping to the light,
Is low at heart to-night, and sad and still.
While Dora, in whose purple-lighted eyes
There seems the shadow of a rain-cloud near,
With but a faint shine of the cheery soul;
She longs to fly away and be at rest,
And give her wishes wings in measured words
That win strange pathos from her sweet young voice.
Than ever; closer comes the Wolf of Want,
And darklier falls the shadow of Orphanhood.
For now the old man keeps his bed, and seems
Death-stricken, with his face of ghastly gray;
His life all crowded in cold glittering eyes
Watching the least light movement that is made.
The Boy, a blithe and sunny godsend, gay
As singing fountain springing in their midst,
With loving spirit leaping to the light,
Is low at heart to-night, and sad and still.
While Dora, in whose purple-lighted eyes
There seems the shadow of a rain-cloud near,
With but a faint shine of the cheery soul;
She longs to fly away and be at rest,
And give her wishes wings in measured words
That win strange pathos from her sweet young voice.
“Come to the Better Land, that Angels know;
They walk in glory, shining as they go!
The King in all His beauty takes the least
To sit beside Him at the eternal feast.”
Thus sings the voice that calls me night and day.
They walk in glory, shining as they go!
The King in all His beauty takes the least
To sit beside Him at the eternal feast.”
Thus sings the voice that calls me night and day.
“This is a weary world,
Come, come, come away!
Ah, 'tis a dreary world,
Come, come away.”
Come, come, come away!
Ah, 'tis a dreary world,
Come, come away.”
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“From old heart-ache, and weariness, and pain—
Sorrows that sigh, and hopes that soar in vain—
Come to the Loved and Lost who are now the Blest;
They dwell in regions of Eternal rest.”
Thus sings the voice that calls me night and day.
Sorrows that sigh, and hopes that soar in vain—
Come to the Loved and Lost who are now the Blest;
They dwell in regions of Eternal rest.”
Thus sings the voice that calls me night and day.
“This is a weary world,
Come, come, come away!
Ah, 'tis a dreary world,
Come, come away.”
Come, come, come away!
Ah, 'tis a dreary world,
Come, come away.”
“Here all things change; the warmest hearts grow cold;
The young head droops and dims its glorious gold;
Where Love his pillow hath made on Beauty's breast,
The creatures of the Grave will make their nest.”
Thus sings the voice that calls me night and day.
The young head droops and dims its glorious gold;
Where Love his pillow hath made on Beauty's breast,
The creatures of the Grave will make their nest.”
Thus sings the voice that calls me night and day.
“This is a weary world,
Come, come, come away!
Ah, 'tis a dreary world,
Come, come away.”
Come, come, come away!
Ah, 'tis a dreary world,
Come, come away.”
“The dear eyes where each morning rose our light,
Soon darken with their last eternal night;
The heart that beat for us, the hallowed brow
That bowed to bless, are cold and silent now.”
Thus sings the voice that calls me night and day.
Soon darken with their last eternal night;
The heart that beat for us, the hallowed brow
That bowed to bless, are cold and silent now.”
Thus sings the voice that calls me night and day.
“This is a weary world,
Come, come, come away!
Ah, 'tis a dreary world,
Come, come away.”
Come, come, come away!
Ah, 'tis a dreary world,
Come, come away.”
“Nor fear the Grave, that door of Heaven on Earth;
All changed and beautiful ye shall come forth,
As from the cold dark cloud the winter showers
Go underground to dress, and come forth Flowers.”
Thus sings the voice that calls me night and day.
All changed and beautiful ye shall come forth,
As from the cold dark cloud the winter showers
Go underground to dress, and come forth Flowers.”
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“This is a weary world,
Come, come, come away!
Ah, 'tis a dreary world,
Come, come away.”
Come, come, come away!
Ah, 'tis a dreary world,
Come, come away.”
“Come to the Better Land, that angels know;
They walk in glory, shining as they go!
The King in all His beauty takes the least
To sit beside Him at the eternal feast.”
Thus sings the voice that calls me night and day.
They walk in glory, shining as they go!
The King in all His beauty takes the least
To sit beside Him at the eternal feast.”
Thus sings the voice that calls me night and day.
“This is a weary world,
Come, come, come away!
Ah, 'tis a dreary world,
Come, come away.”
Come, come, come away!
Ah, 'tis a dreary world,
Come, come away.”
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