The crown of stars is broken in parts, Its jewels brighter than the day, Have one by one been stolen away To shine in other homes and hearts. --[Hanging of the Crane.]
Oh tell me not of the lands so old Where the Orient treasures its hills of gold, And the rivers lie in the sun's bright rays Forever singing the old world's praise. Nor proudly boast of the gardens grand...
A beautiful form and a beautiful face, A winsome bride and a woman's grace, So fair and sweet it were heaven indeed For man to follow where she would lead.
Under the stars, when the shadows fall, Under the stars of night; What is so fair as the jeweled crown Of the azure skies, when the sun is down, Beautiful stars of light! ...
The splendors of a southern sun Caress the glowing sky; O'er crested waves, the colors glance And gleaming, softly die. A gentle calm from heaven falls And weaves a mystic spell;...
The summer queen has many flowers To deck her sunny hair, And trailing grasses, pure and sweet, To scent the heavy air; And upward through the misty sky There is a glory too,...