 | Songs and Poems by George Sigerson |  |
11
THE ANGELUS
Within the hamlet, sad and drear,
Pondering his sorrows mournfully,
A youth lay, longtime sickness sere
Drooping into his home of clay.
He said: “My cottage-friends, to-night
The hour of prayer tolls from the lea,
The eve is sinking, red and bright;
List to the chimes,
So sad at times,
Ye who are praying, pray for me!”
Pondering his sorrows mournfully,
A youth lay, longtime sickness sere
Drooping into his home of clay.
He said: “My cottage-friends, to-night
The hour of prayer tolls from the lea,
The eve is sinking, red and bright;
List to the chimes,
So sad at times,
Ye who are praying, pray for me!”
“But when you see the water-fall
Half-veiled by foliage-bended bough,
You'll say: ‘The poor youth's freed from all
His grief and weary sickness now.’
Come back, then, 'neath the whispering leaves
My quiet painless home to see;
And when, upon those golden eves,
The vesper chimes
Toll, sad at times,
Ye who are praying, pray for me!”
Half-veiled by foliage-bended bough,
You'll say: ‘The poor youth's freed from all
His grief and weary sickness now.’
Come back, then, 'neath the whispering leaves
My quiet painless home to see;
And when, upon those golden eves,
The vesper chimes
Toll, sad at times,
Ye who are praying, pray for me!”
12
“Against the hate of lying men,
My deeds and time be my defence,
The hour comes nigh and nigher, when
Shall cease a life of innocence.
A short sad pilgrimage was mine,
I die, and scarce my Springtime see:
But welcome be the Will divine.
When vesper chimes
Toll, sad at times,
Ye who are praying, pray for me!”
My deeds and time be my defence,
The hour comes nigh and nigher, when
Shall cease a life of innocence.
A short sad pilgrimage was mine,
I die, and scarce my Springtime see:
But welcome be the Will divine.
When vesper chimes
Toll, sad at times,
Ye who are praying, pray for me!”
| Songs and Poems by George Sigerson | |