 | The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay |  |
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THE BLUE SKY.
I
'Tis true that youthful hopes deceive,But ever the flowers return with Spring;
That tenderest love has cause to grieve,
But still when the young birds pair they sing
The west winds play with the leaves of May,
And the peach hangs ripe on the garden wall;
And the blossoms grow and the fountains flow,
And the bright blue sky bends over all.
II
Though Love may fade with early prime,As the cowslips fade on the fallow lea,
Yet Friendship cheers the face of time,
As the sunshine gilds the apple-tree;
The morning's pain may be evening's gain,
And sometimes 'mid the flowers we fall;
And the sun for thee is the light for me,
And the bright blue sky bends over all.
III
The Reason lives when Fancy dies,For the season's blessings never fail;
And Winter oft has brighter skies
Than April with her sleet and hail.
Our joys and cares are wheat and tares,
And our griefs, when ripe, like the fruit, must fall;
And come what will, 'tis justice still,
For the bright blue sky bends over all.
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