I. `Poetry` 0:00
In stagnant gloom I toil through day,
All that enchants me put away.
No bird decoyed to such a breast
Could warble a note, or be at rest;
From the old fountains of delight...Читать дальше
![]() I. `Poetry` 0:00
In stagnant gloom I toil through day, All that enchants me put away. No bird decoyed to such a breast Could warble a note, or be at rest; From the old fountains of delight...Читать дальше
I. `Poetry` 0:00
In stagnant gloom I toil through day, All that enchants me put away. No bird decoyed to such a breast Could warble a note, or be at rest; From the old fountains of delight Falls not one drop to salve my sight. Yet—Thou who mad`st of dust my face, And shut me in this bitter place, Thou also, past the world to know, Did`st hinges hang where heart may go After day`s travail—vain all words!—Into this garden of the Lord`s. II. `Another Spring` 2:48 What though the first pure snowdrop wilt and die? What though the cuckoo, having come, is gone? Clouds cold with gloom assail the sun-sweet sky, And night`s dark curtains tell that day is done?— This is our earthly fate. Howe`er we range, Life and its dust are in perpetual change. What though, then, Sweet, as welling time wins on, The early roses in thy cheeks shall ail? When they have bloomed, it`s not thyself shall wan, Nor for lost music shall thy heart-strings fail. That Self`s thine own. And all that age can bring Love will make lovely. Then another Spring! III. `Afraid` 4:47 Here lies, but seven years old, our little maid, Once of the darkness Oh, so sore afraid! Light of the World—remember that small fear, And when nor moon nor stars do shine, draw near! Х Свернуть Выводить записи: по популярности | по рейтингу исполнителя | по алфавиту |
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