The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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AFTER WEARY YEARS
When after weary years the poet dies
His chant will still add colour to the skies
And paint the sea-line blue.
Pure souls shall purer be; the strong more strong.
Young hearts will leap with rapture at his song
To whom the world is new.
His chant will still add colour to the skies
And paint the sea-line blue.
Pure souls shall purer be; the strong more strong.
Young hearts will leap with rapture at his song
To whom the world is new.
Never one shell upon the golden shore
But shall be brighter, freaked and tinted more
With rose-light, in that he
Watched with sad heart the slowly sinking sun
On many an evening when his toil was done
Over its parent sea.
But shall be brighter, freaked and tinted more
With rose-light, in that he
Watched with sad heart the slowly sinking sun
On many an evening when his toil was done
Over its parent sea.
For all his sorrow past, the future gains.
Its joys are deepest for his deepest pains.
It reaps the corn he sowed.—
A girl's eyes flash with light? That light has leapt
Straight from his song.—A weary soul has slept?
He lifted that heart's load.—
Its joys are deepest for his deepest pains.
It reaps the corn he sowed.—
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Straight from his song.—A weary soul has slept?
He lifted that heart's load.—
Through him the seasons smile, the blossoms bloom.
But he,—he sleeps so quiet in the tomb;
All round him spreads the dim
Night of the dead. Man he has raised indeed;
Laid the foundations of the future's creed;
But, just God, what of him?
But he,—he sleeps so quiet in the tomb;
All round him spreads the dim
Night of the dead. Man he has raised indeed;
Laid the foundations of the future's creed;
But, just God, what of him?
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