[Poems by Plato in] Essays | ||
ALONE I'VE WANDERED.
Afar alone I've wander'd,
Brisk at the evening tide;
Where no footsteps were heard,
Where fate was not decried.
Brisk at the evening tide;
Where no footsteps were heard,
Where fate was not decried.
Alone, I love to wander,
Slow musing by my way,
And think of God's creation,
And the weary man astray.
Slow musing by my way,
And think of God's creation,
And the weary man astray.
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Before the sun-shine sinks,
I bend my way from home,
To admire the works of nature;
And thus I like to roam.
I bend my way from home,
To admire the works of nature;
And thus I like to roam.
The verdant lawn seems dazzling;
I smell the scent of flowers.
How precious are those moments,
Delightful, are those hours.
I smell the scent of flowers.
How precious are those moments,
Delightful, are those hours.
I look up to the heavens,
Behold each solemn star;
Their glittering light allures me—
How beautiful they are!
Behold each solemn star;
Their glittering light allures me—
How beautiful they are!
Then God who made all worlds,
At the last solemn day,
Unto righteous men will say,—
Ye join the heavenly lay.
At the last solemn day,
Unto righteous men will say,—
Ye join the heavenly lay.
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