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Stanzas.
The trees in their stillness all alone Look up to Heaven there , And are murmuring in gentle tone To themselves , —their evening prayer . My darling , come , —the glowing sea Is behind the mountain rolled ,
And casts on the streamlet before me Its last little streak of gold . My darling , come—the night is here , The fair roses sip the clew , — Come , Oh ! come , my love so dear , My heart it pines for you !
Lebensansicht.
LEBENSANSICHT .
OH , cease to speak unto me ! You only speak , in truth , To stone and Avood : you can't o'erthrow in me My joyous pride in youth . You never shaE persuade me , That every man is base , —
That Right has utterly ceased to be Amongst our mortal race . The Light is not so pale here , As you would make beHeve ; The Cloud is not so thick here , About AvMch you ever grieve .
The World is not so bad , indeed , As you say it does remain , Neither so endless is the need , As you evermore complain . The Heaven stiE of meteors bright Possesses a goodly share ; The earth of every glad delight Is yet by no means bare .
Still Ave ' ve true-hearted heroes "With plume and SAvord on earth ; Still we learn songs of heroes Of true heroic worth . Still we ' ve poets gentle-hearted Our Avilder ones among ,
And women tender-hearted StUl glow as lights of song . The golden foliage of the Vine Has gleamed for ages long , The fragrant breath of Spring divine Has year by year been strong .
There manly , noble hearts indeed , Are upstanding for the right-There the Bark of Hope it does not need To go down utterly in the night—
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Stanzas.
The trees in their stillness all alone Look up to Heaven there , And are murmuring in gentle tone To themselves , —their evening prayer . My darling , come , —the glowing sea Is behind the mountain rolled ,
And casts on the streamlet before me Its last little streak of gold . My darling , come—the night is here , The fair roses sip the clew , — Come , Oh ! come , my love so dear , My heart it pines for you !
Lebensansicht.
LEBENSANSICHT .
OH , cease to speak unto me ! You only speak , in truth , To stone and Avood : you can't o'erthrow in me My joyous pride in youth . You never shaE persuade me , That every man is base , —
That Right has utterly ceased to be Amongst our mortal race . The Light is not so pale here , As you would make beHeve ; The Cloud is not so thick here , About AvMch you ever grieve .
The World is not so bad , indeed , As you say it does remain , Neither so endless is the need , As you evermore complain . The Heaven stiE of meteors bright Possesses a goodly share ; The earth of every glad delight Is yet by no means bare .
Still Ave ' ve true-hearted heroes "With plume and SAvord on earth ; Still we learn songs of heroes Of true heroic worth . Still we ' ve poets gentle-hearted Our Avilder ones among ,
And women tender-hearted StUl glow as lights of song . The golden foliage of the Vine Has gleamed for ages long , The fragrant breath of Spring divine Has year by year been strong .
There manly , noble hearts indeed , Are upstanding for the right-There the Bark of Hope it does not need To go down utterly in the night—