We walked, and spoke as lovers will,
In voices hushed and tender,
Of hopes the future should fulfill,
Of blessings Heaven would render!
In voices hushed and tender,
Of hopes the future should fulfill,
Of blessings Heaven would render!
I walk the lonesome beach today:
The tide is still returning;
The fishing boats at anchor stay;
The sunset fires are burning.
The tide is still returning;
The fishing boats at anchor stay;
The sunset fires are burning.
But tides may ebb and tides may flow,
And breakers flash and thunder;
Unheeding of them all I know
He sleeps their tumult under.
And breakers flash and thunder;
Unheeding of them all I know
He sleeps their tumult under.
He sleeps—nor sin nor aching age
Shall chill his youth's endeavor:
The years of God his heritage
Forever and forever.
Shall chill his youth's endeavor:
The years of God his heritage
Forever and forever.
XXXVICHANGE
Dim fields, where bloom was lately,
And a silence in the air.
Save where some bird sedately
Whistles a note here or there:
As, if, like me, recalling
A vision of vanished springs,
While the dead leaves floating and falling
Seem their broken and bruisèd wings.
And a silence in the air.
Save where some bird sedately
Whistles a note here or there:
As, if, like me, recalling
A vision of vanished springs,
While the dead leaves floating and falling
Seem their broken and bruisèd wings.
So lately the fields were growing
Into their golden green;
So lately the farmer was sowing
Into their golden green;
So lately the farmer was sowing
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