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The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival | ||
[XV. Joy! Joy!]
Joy! Joy!
The long dark night is past;
The weary way is done;
Bright o'er the mountain, fast
Ascends the cheering sun.
The long dark night is past;
The weary way is done;
Bright o'er the mountain, fast
Ascends the cheering sun.
Joy! Joy!
My heart revives again;
My soul new lights its fires;
I speed along the plain,
With hope that never tires.
My heart revives again;
My soul new lights its fires;
I speed along the plain,
With hope that never tires.
See! See!
The well-known hill is nigh;
The spiry poplars rise;
The brook is winding by;
There still my cottage lies.
The well-known hill is nigh;
The spiry poplars rise;
The brook is winding by;
There still my cottage lies.
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Hark! Hark!
What welcome sounds of home!
I know their meaning well:
Far, far my foot may roam,
Yet deep and strong their spell.
What welcome sounds of home!
I know their meaning well:
Far, far my foot may roam,
Yet deep and strong their spell.
Hark! Hark!
The longing heifer lows;
Shrill barks my faithful Tray:
His master's tread he knows,
And see! he bounds away.
The longing heifer lows;
Shrill barks my faithful Tray:
His master's tread he knows,
And see! he bounds away.
Shout! Shout!
The goal, the goal is nigh;
My love is at the door:
We run, we leap, we fly;
We meet to part no more!
The goal, the goal is nigh;
My love is at the door:
We run, we leap, we fly;
We meet to part no more!
The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival | ||