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GRACE OF CLYDESIDE.
GRACE OF CLYDESIDE.
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The hills rise fair on the shores of Clyde.
As the merry waves wear out these rocks
She wears my heart out, glides past and mocks:
But heaven's gate ever stands open wide.
The boat goes softly along, along,
Like a river of life glows the amber Clyde;
Her voice floats near me like angels' song,—
Ah, sweet love-death, but thy pangs are strong!
Though heaven's gate ever stands open wide.
Like a river of life glows the amber Clyde;
Her voice floats near me like angels' song,—
Ah, sweet love-death, but thy pangs are strong!
Though heaven's gate ever stands open wide.
We walk by the shore and the stars shine bright,
But coldly, above the solemn Clyde:
Her arm touches mine—her laugh rings light—
One hears my silence: His merciful night
Hides me—Can heaven be open wide?
But coldly, above the solemn Clyde:
Her arm touches mine—her laugh rings light—
One hears my silence: His merciful night
Hides me—Can heaven be open wide?
I ever was but a dreamer, Grace:
As the gray hills watch o'er the sunny Clyde,
Standing afar, each in his place,
I watch your young life's beautiful race,
Apart—until heaven be opened wide.
As the gray hills watch o'er the sunny Clyde,
Standing afar, each in his place,
I watch your young life's beautiful race,
Apart—until heaven be opened wide.