Interludes and Undertones, or, Music at Twilight By Charles Mackay |
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 | Interludes and Undertones, or, Music at Twilight |  |
144
CX. THE DAISY CHORUS.
The myriad daisies on the lawn
Slept with closed petals all the night,
Expecting that the punctual dawn
Would flush the world with rosy light.
But when the morn broke dark and chill,
The daisies felt that storm was nigh,
And kept their petals folded still,
To shun the rigours of the sky.
Slept with closed petals all the night,
Expecting that the punctual dawn
Would flush the world with rosy light.
But when the morn broke dark and chill,
The daisies felt that storm was nigh,
And kept their petals folded still,
To shun the rigours of the sky.
Yet when the noon-tide sun dispersed
The tearful clouds that dimmed its ray,
The imprisoned petals open burst,
In grateful homage to the day;
And lo! amid the grass I heard
A tender sound of music swell,
That spoke without an uttered word,
And sweetly rose and gently fell.
The tearful clouds that dimmed its ray,
The imprisoned petals open burst,
In grateful homage to the day;
And lo! amid the grass I heard
A tender sound of music swell,
That spoke without an uttered word,
And sweetly rose and gently fell.
'Twas but the fancy of a dream
That shaped itself into a song,
The ripple of a quivering stream,
That flowed in music all day long.
It seemed to say, “Bright Lord of Day!
Glory and praise to Thee be given!
Glory and love to God above,
And to the light that comes from heaven.”
That shaped itself into a song,
The ripple of a quivering stream,
That flowed in music all day long.
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Glory and praise to Thee be given!
Glory and love to God above,
And to the light that comes from heaven.”
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