 | Verses by W. H. Mallock |  |
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THE AUTHOR OF ‘SONGS BEFORE SUNRISE’
Oh, master of music and thunder,
And measures that sway like the sea,
Could only my reason take wing
And follow my heart as you sing,
Singer in winter of spring,
To the future, and welcome the wonder
Awaiting a world of the free;—
And measures that sway like the sea,
Could only my reason take wing
And follow my heart as you sing,
Singer in winter of spring,
To the future, and welcome the wonder
Awaiting a world of the free;—
Then would my lips which are cold
Be on fire as your lips are, and I,
Adding my song to your own,
As a rill to an ocean of tone,
As an echo you strike from a stone,
On the rulers who rule as of old,
I would turn, and upbraid them, and cry—
Be on fire as your lips are, and I,
Adding my song to your own,
As a rill to an ocean of tone,
As an echo you strike from a stone,
On the rulers who rule as of old,
I would turn, and upbraid them, and cry—
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‘What! are ye deaf to our warning—
Drowned in your dreams? But we,
Faithful and few on the height,
We have watched long, long, for the light;
And discern we at last through the night
That the long low lights of the morning
Are already awake on the sea.’
Drowned in your dreams? But we,
Faithful and few on the height,
We have watched long, long, for the light;
And discern we at last through the night
That the long low lights of the morning
Are already awake on the sea.’
Then were my soul as a note
Longing to startle the dark—
Then were it fain from the frore
Earth, as the lark does, to soar
To the watch-towers of morning, and pour
As you do, o'er earth through the throat
Of a bugle the songs of a lark!
Longing to startle the dark—
Then were it fain from the frore
Earth, as the lark does, to soar
To the watch-towers of morning, and pour
As you do, o'er earth through the throat
Of a bugle the songs of a lark!
| Verses by W. H. Mallock | |