poems.
15
The same pure stream that seeks the vale
Has glitter'd bright above;
Thus, as my high aspirings rise,
Be all my joys and love.
Has glitter'd bright above;
Thus, as my high aspirings rise,
Be all my joys and love.
Oh, as the pure wave far on high
Reflects the light of heaven,
So may their humbler flow be blest,
And God's own smile be given.
Reflects the light of heaven,
So may their humbler flow be blest,
And God's own smile be given.
LINES.
Why do I love the evening star,
That shines in loneliness afar?
Why do I love the wild-wood flower,
And the pensive gloom of the twilight hour?
Why do I love the soothing song
Heard in the breeze as it sighs along?—
Th' unvaried rush of the woodland stream,
Sweet, yet confused, like a happy dream?
Why do I love the roseate light
That decks the sky at evening's close?
Why do I love the clear moonlight,—
The dew that glistens on the rose?
Why love I all things bright and fair?
Because our God is everywhere.
That shines in loneliness afar?
Why do I love the wild-wood flower,
And the pensive gloom of the twilight hour?
Why do I love the soothing song
Heard in the breeze as it sighs along?—
Th' unvaried rush of the woodland stream,
Sweet, yet confused, like a happy dream?
Why do I love the roseate light
That decks the sky at evening's close?
Why do I love the clear moonlight,—
The dew that glistens on the rose?
Why love I all things bright and fair?
Because our God is everywhere.
