The Lord of the Forest and his Vassals An Allegory [by C. F. Humphreys] |
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[Through the forest-branches brightly] |
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[Through the forest-branches brightly]
Through the forest-branches brightly
Falls the light of summer days,
And the young leaves tremble lightly
In the sunbeam's silver rays.
Falls the light of summer days,
And the young leaves tremble lightly
In the sunbeam's silver rays.
And gay words of mirth and gladness
Make the forest-echoes ring:
Yet that joy shall turn to sadness,
That green life to withering.
Make the forest-echoes ring:
Yet that joy shall turn to sadness,
That green life to withering.
Winter chill shall wander hither,
Blighting all that summer brings:
Hark, we whisper, as they wither,
There are brighter, better things.
Blighting all that summer brings:
Hark, we whisper, as they wither,
There are brighter, better things.
Where the dark trees arching grimly,
In greenwood, make cloistral shade,
See, strange shadows, floating dimly,
Beckon down the solemn glade.
In greenwood, make cloistral shade,
See, strange shadows, floating dimly,
Beckon down the solemn glade.
And faint streaks of pale blue heaven,
Calm and pure look through the trees:
Praise to our Great King be given,
There are better things than these.
Calm and pure look through the trees:
Praise to our Great King be given,
There are better things than these.
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