 | Songs and Poems by George Sigerson |  |
ON THE MOUNTAIN
O bright shines the summer sun, sweet blows the breeze
O'er the bloom-brimming meadows and whispering trees,
Where the river lilts liquidly all the day long
To see the broom blossom and hear the lark's song.
O'er the bloom-brimming meadows and whispering trees,
Where the river lilts liquidly all the day long
To see the broom blossom and hear the lark's song.
No purple of palace with this can compare,
No dome like the dome of the infinite air,
No worship more pure where the multitudes throng
Than to see the broom blossom and hear the lark's song.
No dome like the dome of the infinite air,
No worship more pure where the multitudes throng
Than to see the broom blossom and hear the lark's song.
What phantoms man's tumults and torrents of sound
When we stand, with the Silence of Universe round!
The clamours of conquest pass shamefaced along
When we see the broom blossom and hear the lark's song.
When we stand, with the Silence of Universe round!
The clamours of conquest pass shamefaced along
When we see the broom blossom and hear the lark's song.
| Songs and Poems by George Sigerson | |