Littell's Living Age/Volume 134/Issue 1735/To the Blue Gentian on a High Alp
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Volume 134, Issue 1735 : To the Blue Gentian on a High Alp
I. Sweet eye, so blue, So soft, so true Thou lookest at me lovingly, As if to say This toilsome day, “Cheer up, O traveller, on thy way!” II. Blue eye, so clear, Methinks thy tear Wells up towards me tenderly As down I bend; And straight doth send Message — “E’en here thou hast a friend!” III. Blue eye, so bright, With heaven’s own light Mellowed, but beaming cheerily, Evangelist! Thou say’st, I wist, “He cares who made: put trust in Christ!” IV. Blue eye, so warm Midst cold and storm, I hear thy silent homily — “Adversity May compass thee; His love is constant who loves me!” V. Sweet mountain flower, In trouble’s hour, When I perhaps may wearily Lie lone and drear And needing cheer, I’ll think of all thou hast said here.