 | Hagar |  |
THE MESSAGE.
The pleasant light comes trickling a-down
The bole of the old oak tree,
Like drops of gold without a sound
It falls on the leaves, and me.
The bole of the old oak tree,
Like drops of gold without a sound
It falls on the leaves, and me.
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The breeze sweeps by with a breath that tells
Of flowers where sips the bee,
It has rifled the sweets from the lily-bells,
And borne all their perfume to me.
Of flowers where sips the bee,
It has rifled the sweets from the lily-bells,
And borne all their perfume to me.
Far up in the blue a boat of pearl
Is drifting on dreamily,
With its golden prow and its sails unfurled,
'Tis floating away with me.
Is drifting on dreamily,
With its golden prow and its sails unfurled,
'Tis floating away with me.
O the pleasant light, and the gilded leaves,
And the cloud on yon azure sea;
And flowery breath of the summer breeze,
Breathe a song never varying to me.
And the cloud on yon azure sea;
And flowery breath of the summer breeze,
Breathe a song never varying to me.
“Tis good to live,” they softly sing
“In a world so fair and free,
'Tis the Father's world, and we gladly bring
His message of love to thee.”
“In a world so fair and free,
'Tis the Father's world, and we gladly bring
His message of love to thee.”
| Hagar | |