Old Year Leaves Being Old Verses Revised: By H. T. Mackenzie Bell ... New Edition |
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A SONG IN THE SOUTH. |
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A SONG IN THE SOUTH.
The proud sun is setting, most fair to behold,
Going down to his rest in a garment of gold,
And, like a young maiden who wishes good-bye
To her dear chosen lover, deep blushes the sky,
All its beautiful tints, ah! how fair to behold
As the sun goeth down in his garment of gold.
Going down to his rest in a garment of gold,
And, like a young maiden who wishes good-bye
To her dear chosen lover, deep blushes the sky,
All its beautiful tints, ah! how fair to behold
As the sun goeth down in his garment of gold.
Light blue and dark blue and purple are there,
Red, brown, and golden with bounty how rare!
Black clouds o'er the mountains, white clouds o'er the sea,
And a landward breeze cometh soft, joyous, and free.
A prospect how glorious in truth to behold
As the sun goeth down in his garment of gold.
Red, brown, and golden with bounty how rare!
Black clouds o'er the mountains, white clouds o'er the sea,
And a landward breeze cometh soft, joyous, and free.
A prospect how glorious in truth to behold
As the sun goeth down in his garment of gold.
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All wondrously blent as He only can do
Who gives to each tint its own delicate hue,
Who makes Nature's paintings so gorgeously grand,
That man can but copy, not daring to stand
In rivalry open. Yes, fair to behold
Is the sun going down in his garment of gold.
Who gives to each tint its own delicate hue,
Who makes Nature's paintings so gorgeously grand,
That man can but copy, not daring to stand
In rivalry open. Yes, fair to behold
Is the sun going down in his garment of gold.
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