OVER THE HILLSIDE.
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And if I call, what answers?
Only 'twixt earth and sky,
Like wail of parting spirit,
The curlew's cry.
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Yet, sunny is the moorland,
And soft the pleasant air,
And little flowers like blessings,
Grow everywhere.
Only 'twixt earth and sky,
Like wail of parting spirit,
The curlew's cry.
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Yet, sunny is the moorland,
And soft the pleasant air,
And little flowers like blessings,
Grow everywhere.
"While, over all, the mountain
Stands sombre, calm, and still,
Immutable and steadfast,
As the One Will.
Stands sombre, calm, and still,
Immutable and steadfast,
As the One Will.
Which, done on earth, in heaven
Eternally confessed
By men and saints and angels,
Be ever blest!
Eternally confessed
By men and saints and angels,
Be ever blest!
Under its infinite shadow
(Safer than light of ours!)
I 'll sit me down a little,
And gather flowers.
(Safer than light of ours!)
I 'll sit me down a little,
And gather flowers.
Then I will rise and follow
After the setting day,
Without one wish to linger,—
The appointed way.
After the setting day,
Without one wish to linger,—
The appointed way.
