For all must go where no wind blows,
And none can go for him who goes;
None, none return whence no one knows.
Yet why should he who shrieking goes
With millions, from a world of woes,
Reunion seek with it or those?
Alone with God, where no wind blows,
And Death, his shadow--doom'd, he goes.
That God is there the shadow shows.
O shoreless Deep, where no wind blows!
And thou, O Land which no one knows!
That God is All, His shadow shows.
ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. 1784-1842
589.
The Sun rises bright in France
THE sun rises bright in France,
And fair sets he;
But he has tint the blythe blink he had
In my ain countree.
O, it 's nae my ain ruin
That saddens aye my e'e,
But the dear Marie I left behin'
Wi' sweet bairnies three.
My lanely hearth burn'd bonnie,
And smiled my ain Marie;
I've left a' my heart behin'
In my ain countree.
The bud comes back to summer,
And the blossom to the bee;
But I'll win back, O never,
To my ain countree.
O, I am leal to high Heaven,
Where soon I hope to be,
An' there I'll meet ye a' soon
Frae my ain countree!
tint] lost.
590.
Похожие новости:
Not in the evening
Such was that happy
Thou hast thy mighty
But thou because thou
36 A Revocation WHAT
IX So careful of
But I have drunk
And here s a
Platonick year the perfect
Welcome welcome then He
VII How fares it
In that green wene
The spirits of your
Fidele TO fair Fidele
If hopes were dupes
Aldis Wright William Bell
The buzzard came with
But children at midnight
In consecrated Earth And
Look to the presence
Brave prick song Who
Or hear st thou
For she that can
But hark I hear
594 The Grave of
239 A Widow s
The ancient Mariner is
Therefore to us be
The Isles of Greece
Tis but a step
Good husband counsel take
Malignant Fate sat by
707 From In Memoriam
If sweetest sounds can
But see the Virgin
shawis woods sheen beautiful
327 Why so Pale
But wisest Fate sayes
Each one in her
Sweet month of May
The ship hath been
His titty she was
Then forth they all
The leaves of wasted
Earl Mertoun s Song
Threescore summers when they
|
