Memorials of Theophilus Trinal, Student By Thomas T. Lynch. Third Edition, Enlarged |
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CHANGE.
Loud winds bluster,
The long rains fall;
Yet ripen'd fruits will cluster
Upon tree and wall;
For wind and darkness passing,
Come flowers and perfume;
And in peace and light that follow
Open foliage and bloom;
Then the corn to full ear, fruit to ripeness,
In order due shall come.
The long rains fall;
Yet ripen'd fruits will cluster
Upon tree and wall;
For wind and darkness passing,
Come flowers and perfume;
And in peace and light that follow
Open foliage and bloom;
Then the corn to full ear, fruit to ripeness,
In order due shall come.
Gusts howl and sweep,
The bitter waters foam;
Yet the mariners on the deep
Shall rest in their home;
For the blue of ocean and of air
Will both again be bright,
And waves and stars will sparkle
In the cool, still night;
And steady winds blowing,
Bring the shore in sight.
The bitter waters foam;
Yet the mariners on the deep
Shall rest in their home;
For the blue of ocean and of air
Will both again be bright,
And waves and stars will sparkle
In the cool, still night;
And steady winds blowing,
Bring the shore in sight.
Big clouds darken,
The lightnings shoot;
Yet again shall we hearken
To the birds' glad note;
For the heavy drops fallen,
The hidden sun will beam;
The clouds will melt and vanish,
The golden light will stream,
And the freshen'd earth with fragrance
And melody will teem.
The lightnings shoot;
Yet again shall we hearken
To the birds' glad note;
For the heavy drops fallen,
The hidden sun will beam;
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The golden light will stream,
And the freshen'd earth with fragrance
And melody will teem.
All change changing,
Works and brings good;
And though frequent storms, ranging,
Carry fire and flood;
And the growing corn is beaten down,
The young fruits fall and moulder,
The vessels reel, the mariners drown,
Awing the beholder;
Yet in evil to men is good for man,
Then let our heart be bolder;
For more and more shall appear the plan,
As the world and we grow older.
Works and brings good;
And though frequent storms, ranging,
Carry fire and flood;
And the growing corn is beaten down,
The young fruits fall and moulder,
The vessels reel, the mariners drown,
Awing the beholder;
Yet in evil to men is good for man,
Then let our heart be bolder;
For more and more shall appear the plan,
As the world and we grow older.
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