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BETWEEN TWO WORLDS.
Together as to-night
In our light, love, in our light
Of reunited joy appears no shade:
From this our hope's reached height
All things are possible and level made.
In our light, love, in our light
Of reunited joy appears no shade:
From this our hope's reached height
All things are possible and level made.
Therefore we sit and view—
I and you, love, I and you—
That wondrous valley o'er southern seas,
Where in a country new
You will make for me a sweet nest of ease;
I and you, love, I and you—
That wondrous valley o'er southern seas,
Where in a country new
You will make for me a sweet nest of ease;
Where I, your poor tired bird,
(Nothing stirred? Love, nothing stirred?)
May fold her wings and be no more distrest:
Where troubles may be heard
Like outside winds at night which deepen rest.
(Nothing stirred? Love, nothing stirred?)
May fold her wings and be no more distrest:
Where troubles may be heard
Like outside winds at night which deepen rest.
Where in green pastures wide
We 'll abide, love, we 'll abide,
And keep content our patriarchal flocks,
Till at our aged side
Leap our young brown-faced shepherds of the rocks.
We 'll abide, love, we 'll abide,
And keep content our patriarchal flocks,
Till at our aged side
Leap our young brown-faced shepherds of the rocks.
Ah, tale that 's easy told!
(Hold my hand, love, tighter hold.)
What if this face of mine, which you think fair—
If it should ne'er grow old,
Nor matron cap cover this maiden hair?
(Hold my hand, love, tighter hold.)
What if this face of mine, which you think fair—
If it should ne'er grow old,
Nor matron cap cover this maiden hair?
