 | The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay |  |
LOVE WILL FIND OUT THE WAY.
I
Over the mountainsIf Love cannot leap,
Down through the valleys
Unheeded he'll creep.
Whatever his purpose,
He'll do it or die;
And hardships and dangers
Confess it and fly.
II
Poor as a beggar,Yet rich as a king;
Stormy as winter,
But radiant as spring;
He's constant, he's changeful,
He's night, and he's day;
A guide who misleads us,
Yet shows us the way.
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III
Drown him in billowsDeep, deep in the main,—
Light as the sea-bird
He'll float up again.
You think he has perish'd
In sleet and in showers,—
He rises in sunlight,
And treads over flowers.
IV
Lock him in darkness,In grief, and in thralls,—
Laughing to scorn you,
He'll glide through the walls.
Go chain up a sunbeam,
Or cage the wild wave;—
Then bind him with fetters,
And make him a slave!
V
Call him not haughty—He dwells with the poor;
Call him not feeble—
He's strong to endure;
And call him not foolish—
He governs the wise;
Nor little—he's greater
Than earth and the skies.
| The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay | |