Poems and Songs by E. H. B. [i.e. E. H. Bickersteth] | ||
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SONG.
[How beautiful is night!]
How beautiful is night!
Its weeping stars and bowers,
And sweet the bulbul's song in its flight,
Hushing the folded flowers.
Its weeping stars and bowers,
And sweet the bulbul's song in its flight,
Hushing the folded flowers.
How beautiful is night!
The moon with its silv'ry ray;
Ah! 'tis the time when the spirit is bright,
When the twilight fades away.
The moon with its silv'ry ray;
Ah! 'tis the time when the spirit is bright,
When the twilight fades away.
How beautiful is night!
When the lightnings cleave the sky;
And ocean heaves, with a giant's might,
The voice of his deeps on high.
When the lightnings cleave the sky;
And ocean heaves, with a giant's might,
The voice of his deeps on high.
How beautiful is night!
With its iv'ry palace dreams;
Yet the suff'rer pines for the morning light,
The sun with its orient beams.
With its iv'ry palace dreams;
Yet the suff'rer pines for the morning light,
The sun with its orient beams.
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How beautiful is night!
To the loving trustful breast;
Then soul meets soul in its upward flight,
Seeking a holier rest.
To the loving trustful breast;
Then soul meets soul in its upward flight,
Seeking a holier rest.
Poems and Songs by E. H. B. [i.e. E. H. Bickersteth] | ||