Littell's Living Age/Volume 128/Issue 1651/Morning Musings
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Littell's Living Age by Volume 128, Issue 1651 : Morning Musings |
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I. — MY HEART.
My heart is like a fairy land,
With flowers and garlands gay;
My heart is like a meadow plain,
Whereon a child may play.
My heart is like a silver brook
That lightly babbles by;
And sometimes like a dreamy lake
Beneath a heavy sky.
And sometimes like a stormy sea,
With waves that rise at will,
Till o’er the water breathes a voice,
And then the waves are still.
My heart is like a roomy house,
With widely opened door —
One day the gates will shut, and then
Comes peace forevermore.
II. — GOD’S LILIES.
God’s lilies droop about the world,
In sweetness everywhere;
They are the maiden-souls who learn
To comfort, and to bear
And to smile upon the heavy cross
That every one must wear.
O lilies, beautiful and meek!
They know God’s will is right,
And so they raise their patient heads
In dark and stormy night,
And far above the eastern hills
They see the dawn of light.
They know that when their day is done,
And deep the shadow lies,
The cross will weary them no more;
So lightly they arise
To meet the angels when they call
“Lilies of Paradise!”
III. — PATIENCE.
“Tout vient à qui sait attendre.”
Only be patient, all will come
To one who knoweth how to wait;
The wished-for, love-desired home —
Ah yes, it cometh soon or late.
Ah yes, it cometh; see the star
Of hope in darkest clouds arise:
Ah yes, it cometh; see from far
The dawning red in eastern skies.
O my beloved, we shall see,
When all the weary years are o’er,
How very sweet the days will be,
For you and me, forevermore.
