SELF-COMMUNION.
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Till but one streak of paly gold
Glimmered through clouds of saddening hue.
And I am calmly waiting, now,
To see that also pass away,
And leave, above the dark hill’s brow,
A rayless arch of sombre grey.”
Glimmered through clouds of saddening hue.
And I am calmly waiting, now,
To see that also pass away,
And leave, above the dark hill’s brow,
A rayless arch of sombre grey.”
“So must it fare with all thy race
Who seek in earthly things their joy:
So fading hopes lost hopes shall chace,[1]
Till Disappointment all destroy.
But they that fix their hopes on high
Who seek in earthly things their joy:
So fading hopes lost hopes shall chace,[1]
Till Disappointment all destroy.
But they that fix their hopes on high
- ↑ Alternative reading:
So lying hopes false hopes shall chace.
