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THE SANDPIPER'S HAPPY CALL
The sky is like ashes of roses, the few shy stars are white,
On the horizon the delicate haze sleeps soft in the dying light.
The bell on the buoy rings faintly with the ocean's rise and fall,
And sweet through the warm May twilight comes the sandpiper's happy call.
On the horizon the delicate haze sleeps soft in the dying light.
The bell on the buoy rings faintly with the ocean's rise and fall,
And sweet through the warm May twilight comes the sandpiper's happy call.
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The touch of the breeze is like a caress, the sound of the sea like a dream,
Like a dream the past and present melt, all things unreal seem;
All the years of our lives as we sail through space on the earth's huge spinning ball,
But sweet, oh sweet through the twilight comes the sandpiper's tender call.
Like a dream the past and present melt, all things unreal seem;
All the years of our lives as we sail through space on the earth's huge spinning ball,
But sweet, oh sweet through the twilight comes the sandpiper's tender call.
O friends, oh dear companions, who made life so rich and bright,
In what world are you hidden afar from my longing sight?
Empty and cold are your places, I miss you one and all,
As sweet through the dewy dusk again trembles the sandpiper's call.
In what world are you hidden afar from my longing sight?
Empty and cold are your places, I miss you one and all,
As sweet through the dewy dusk again trembles the sandpiper's call.
The summer is clothing herself once more in her green and rose and gold,
In all her splendors of color and perfumed airs as of old,
And a thousand wistful memories her sights and her sounds recall
As sweet through the listening twilight comes the sandpiper's happy call.
In all her splendors of color and perfumed airs as of old,
And a thousand wistful memories her sights and her sounds recall
As sweet through the listening twilight comes the sandpiper's happy call.
Lo, mystery lies behind us and mystery lies before,
But thou dost not mock us, Heavenly Power, Thou wilt our lost restore:
Thou bringest again the summer and Thy promise of hope for all
Sounds sweet and sure as I hear once more the sandpiper's happy call.
But thou dost not mock us, Heavenly Power, Thou wilt our lost restore:
Thou bringest again the summer and Thy promise of hope for all
Sounds sweet and sure as I hear once more the sandpiper's happy call.
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