Lines
Dublin Core
Title
Lines
Description
Oh harvest sun, serenely shining
Nay, for like heavenly whispers stealing,
And while the earth, year after year,
I know the friends I loved so well,
On waving fields and leafy bowers,
On garden wall and latticed vine,Thrown brightly, as in by-gone hours.
Oh ye sweet voices of the wind,Wooing our tears, in angel tones;
Friends of my youth, shall I not weep?Ye are still here, but they are gone.
Their silvery leaves up to the sky;
Still chasing o'er the old homestead's walls,The trembling light, their shadows fly
Familiar forms and gentle facesOnce glanced beneath each waving bough,
And glad tones rung: Shall I not weepThat all is lone and silent now?
Nay, for like heavenly whispers stealing,
Comes now this memory divine,
Where thy clear beams, Oh, sun of autumn,Through the stained windows richly shine;
A solemn strain, the organ blending,Like a priest's voice, its glorious chord,
Is on the charmed air ascending;"Come, let us sing unto the Lord,"
And while the earth, year after year,
Puts all her golden glory on,
And like it, God's most holy loveComes now, with every morning's dawn
"Singing unto the Lord." I love,With all the hosts that speak His praise.
I may not walk the earth alone,Nor sorrow for departed days.
I know the friends I loved so well,
Through the years of their life-long race,
Lifted sweet eyes of faith to God,And now they see His blessed face.
Thou, Lord forever be my song,And I'll not week for days gone by;
But give Thee back each hallowed hour,A seed of immortality.
Creator
Grace A. Mapps
Source
1:11, pp. 345-6
Date
1859.11
Collection
Citation
Grace A. Mapps, “Lines,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 17, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/16.
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