Edelweiss: An Alpine Rhyme1876 - 102 sider |
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Adriatic afar bear Bells of Lynn beneath blessed blossoms bread Bridge of Sighs burden calm cheer child Christ's dear climbing clouds crimson cross crown darkness dream dust e'en echo Edelweiss evermore eyes face faded faint fair flowers fold fragments gathered gleam glory glowing golden green pastures hath healing hear heart heaven heavenly hills lamp life's lift light Lord marble MARY BEARING moan Mother mountain murmur neath night Nile o'er pain palms peace praise prayer psalm purer rest RIGHT HAND robes Rome sackcloth saint shade shadows shadows fall Shepherd shining silence sleep slow smile soft softly song sorrow soul star strong sweet tears temple tender thee thine Thou hast thought thro throbbing thy breast thy feet to-day tower trembling upward vail Venetia lieth dead Venetia wakes VENICE verily dead voice wait waves weary wind wine wrought
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Side 16 - ... the hours with the sweetest things, If we had but a day ; We should drink alone at the purest springs In our upward way ; We should love with a life-time's love in an hour, If the hours were few ; We should rest, not for dreams, but for fresher power To be and to do. We should guide our wayward or wearied wills By the clearest light ; We should keep our eyes on the heavenly hills, If they lay in sight ; We should trample the pride and the discontent Beneath our feet ; We should take whatever...
Side 49 - The Bells of Lynn," resound with this musical quality. "The Bells of Lynn," written on reading Longfellow's "Bells of Lynn" in Rome is, perhaps, the masterpiece of the collection. The brief poem, "Endurance," strikes tenderly one of the keynotes of life : For deeps of human suffering Or joy, no measure Into our hands is given ; We cannot know our brother's Loss or treasure, His anguish or his heaven. Ofttimes the arrowy sharpness Of a sorrow, Piercing life's common calm, Smites hidden rocks of comfort,...
Side 9 - ... that old stone tower shine? There, in the churchyard, lies my mother, dead, And since she died the baby has been mine." Soft shone the lady's eyes with tender mist, And ever, as she pressed toward fields of ice, She pondered in her heart the half-made tryst With this young seeker of the Edelweiss. At night, safe sheltered in the convent's fold, Where white peaks stand in ermined majesty, Where sunsets pour great throbbing waves of gold Across the white caps of a mountain sea; At morn, with face...
Side 12 - While childish voices sang the vesper hymn, A lady, with a babe upon her breast, Crept silently adown the shadowy aisle, And, kneeling, bathed with tears the hand of ice, And laid it on the babe, and saw it smile, And whispered, " I have named her Edelweiss !" When one more day had seen its shadows fall, That old stone tower gleaming in the sun, And the great olive by the western wall, Shaded two humble graves where had been one. And by and by, above the dear child's head, Arose a little stone with...
Side 34 - ... through the night The steady stars shine on, Just as softly as spring leaves come, Or snow-flakes whiten the sod, Passed she out from an earthly home Into the home of God. Never the rays of moon or sun - Fell on her face that day, And only a heavenly artist's hand Could have left such light on clay. We knew that angel hands had wrought Each day at the soul within, With loving touches of prayer and thought Hiding each trace of sin ; Sweeping the heavy shade of pain Over the smile of her face,...
Side 17 - We should take whatever a good God sent, With a trust complete. We should waste no moments in weak regret, If the day were but one ; If what we remember and what we forget Went out with the sun ; We should be from our clamorous selves set free, To work or to pray, And to be what the Father would have us be, If we had but a day. IV. "GATHER UP THE FRAGMENTS.
Side 8 - ... night, At morning I will run across the steep And get the mossy flowers ere sun is bright, And while my baby still is fast asleep." " Your baby, little one ?" " Oh ! yes," she said, " Yonder, you see that old stone tower shine? There, in the churchyard, lies my mother, dead, And since she died the baby has been mine." Soft shone the lady's eyes with tender mist, And ever, as she pressed toward fields of ice, She pondered in her heart the half-made tryst With this young seeker of the Edelweiss....
Side 10 - ... vision of the great white throne, Or veil half-lifted from the face of God. The blessing of the hills her soul had caught Made all the mountain-track a path of prayer, Along which angel forms of loving thought Led to the trysting-place ; — no child was there! The wind was moaning in the old fir-tree, The lizards crawling o'er the mossy seat; But no fair child, with baby at her knee, And in the mold no track of little feet. No faded flowers strewing the stunted grass ; No young voice singing...
Side 76 - He hath green pastures lying afar, Needing no sunlight, needing no star ; There from his presence the lambs never stray, Thither he leadeth me nearer each day.
Side 75 - Kind is my Shepherd, and large is the fold To which he calleth the young as the old, Tenderly watching in waking and sleep, Over us, evermore,; guard he doth keep.