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IN THE DARKNESS.
Over the mountains and over the lakes
Wanders the little lonely moon;
Nothing else in the darkness wakes—
Even her light will leave us soon.
Over the hills it drops—'tis gone!
The billows of night roll on, roll on.
Wanders the little lonely moon;
Nothing else in the darkness wakes—
Even her light will leave us soon.
Over the hills it drops—'tis gone!
The billows of night roll on, roll on.
Silence sits here among the hills;
Only the voice of the waterfall
All the ear of the darkness fills
With a ceaseless sighing call,
In its monotony sublime—
Listen, my child, 'tis the voice of Time!
Only the voice of the waterfall
All the ear of the darkness fills
With a ceaseless sighing call,
In its monotony sublime—
Listen, my child, 'tis the voice of Time!
Through the darkness and through the day
Time runs on, and our lives are done:
Little lives, be they glad or grey;
Little this world's good, lost or won.
Use well the moments as they flee,
But wait, my child, for eternity!
Time runs on, and our lives are done:
Little lives, be they glad or grey;
Little this world's good, lost or won.
Use well the moments as they flee,
But wait, my child, for eternity!
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