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YON SHADED GLEN.
Far up yon shaded glen,
When morn is softly waking,
I hear the brooklet's lay,
Through lonely willows breaking.
To muse alone I wander on,
Afar from city riot;
That sky so near, that strain so clear,
This glen the home of quiet.
When morn is softly waking,
I hear the brooklet's lay,
Through lonely willows breaking.
To muse alone I wander on,
Afar from city riot;
That sky so near, that strain so clear,
This glen the home of quiet.
Waters of love and light,
With sun-mist sweetly glowing,
My spirit drinketh in
The magic of your flowing;
The song of mirth beyond this earth,
Unmixed with sin or sorrow:
Your loving song still pours along,
To cheer each rising morrow.
With sun-mist sweetly glowing,
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The magic of your flowing;
The song of mirth beyond this earth,
Unmixed with sin or sorrow:
Your loving song still pours along,
To cheer each rising morrow.
No revel-roar is here,
Stirring the brain's wild fever;
Coolness, and calm, and rest,
Breathe o'er this tranquil river.
Pure streams of peace and pleasantness
That never sing of sadness,
Oh, teach my soul, as on ye roll,
The secret of your gladness!
Stirring the brain's wild fever;
Coolness, and calm, and rest,
Breathe o'er this tranquil river.
Pure streams of peace and pleasantness
That never sing of sadness,
Oh, teach my soul, as on ye roll,
The secret of your gladness!
Dear brooklet of the hills
In this lone vale of quiet,
Oh, cast your cooling spell
O'er earth's hot haunts of riot!
Tell of the life beyond the strife
Where, with soft brilliance glowing,
The stream above of endless love
From fountains pure is flowing.
In this lone vale of quiet,
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O'er earth's hot haunts of riot!
Tell of the life beyond the strife
Where, with soft brilliance glowing,
The stream above of endless love
From fountains pure is flowing.
August 2nd, 1882.
| "Until the Day Break," | |