 | The Poems of Mackenzie Bell |  |
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MORNING THOUGHTS.
Sweet-voiced songsters softly singing
Tell me of a day begun,
Its appointed portion bringing
Of the duty to be done.
Tell me of a day begun,
Its appointed portion bringing
Of the duty to be done.
Last day's deeds are gone for ever,—
Seems it not most passing strange
Their results remain, and never
Can be touched by time or change?
Seems it not most passing strange
Their results remain, and never
Can be touched by time or change?
Like a child, his pebble throwing
From the streamlet's sedgy marge,
Marking not the ripples growing
Though they one by one enlarge—
From the streamlet's sedgy marge,
Marking not the ripples growing
Though they one by one enlarge—
So, with influence still increasing,
Widening o'er Life's mystic sea,
Man deals out his actions,—ceasing
Only with Eternity.
Widening o'er Life's mystic sea,
Man deals out his actions,—ceasing
Only with Eternity.
Many yesterday, unthinking,
Chose the road which leads to night,—
While a few, with souls unshrinking,
Chose the pathway of the light.
Chose the road which leads to night,—
While a few, with souls unshrinking,
Chose the pathway of the light.
Thus I muse with deep emotion
Whilst the moments melt away—
Muse upon the boundless ocean
Of the issues of to-day.
Whilst the moments melt away—
Muse upon the boundless ocean
Of the issues of to-day.
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