 | Early and late poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
LIGHT AND DARKNESS.
The sun is shining bright, so bright,
And the bee to the rose is humming,
But the day is hurrying down to the night,
And the cloud and the storm are coming;
So, little bee, hum sweetly on,
For the day of the rose will soon be gone.
And the bee to the rose is humming,
But the day is hurrying down to the night,
And the cloud and the storm are coming;
So, little bee, hum sweetly on,
For the day of the rose will soon be gone.
The leaves are green, so green in the wood,
And the bird is wildly winging
His way in the air, for he maketh good
His little time of singing;
Right on, my pretty one, right on!
For the light o' the summer will soon be gone.
And the bird is wildly winging
His way in the air, for he maketh good
His little time of singing;
Right on, my pretty one, right on!
For the light o' the summer will soon be gone.
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The blood is bright in the young man's heart,
And his footstep gayly roameth,
But he and his pleasure soon must part,
For the enemy surely cometh:
So, light young heart, beat lightly on,
Ere the time for the dreaming of dreams be gone.
And his footstep gayly roameth,
But he and his pleasure soon must part,
For the enemy surely cometh:
So, light young heart, beat lightly on,
Ere the time for the dreaming of dreams be gone.
The frost it falls on the brightest tress,
And sweetness is mixed with sadness,
But the maiden seweth her bridal dress,
And maketh her veil with gladness;
And whether the rain or the sunshine fall.
The holy heaven is over it all.
And sweetness is mixed with sadness,
But the maiden seweth her bridal dress,
And maketh her veil with gladness;
And whether the rain or the sunshine fall.
The holy heaven is over it all.
The body lies in a lowly bed,
And the darkness is its cover,
But the soul shall safe through the night be fed,
And the Lord shall be her lover;
For He who promised us life shall keep
His promises, whether we wake or sleep.
And the darkness is its cover,
But the soul shall safe through the night be fed,
And the Lord shall be her lover;
For He who promised us life shall keep
His promises, whether we wake or sleep.
| Early and late poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary | |