Bright scenes must all depart as they've departed, Unshadowed years will fly as they have flown, And fairer visions leave us silent-hearted, Keen, lashing blasts must blow as they have blown. ...
An English village, a summer scene, A homely cottage, a garden green, An opening vista, a cloudless sky, A bee that hums as it passes by; A babe that chuckles among the flowers,...
When the twilight shadows deepen and the far-off lands are dim, And the vesper dirge is stealing like the chant of cherubim, There's a prayer within my bosom that's responsive to the sound,...