SONGS OF THE SOUL
IT’S ALL UNKNOWN
Each rose-bud dawning day,
In hourly opening petal-rays
Doth fair display
Its hidden beauty.
In hourly opening petal-rays
Doth fair display
Its hidden beauty.
The petal-hours, unfolding smile,
My drooping, lagging heart beguile.
Day spreads its petals all
Of novel hopes and joys withal.
The rose-buds’ there,—
“Today” is here;
In time the rose-bud blooms,—
While lazy day often glooms.
Forsake thy sleep
O, Lazy Day,
Open Thou with thy full-bloom ray
To chase my gathered gloom away!
The rose-bud opened,
The day now smiled
In fullness fine;
My drooping, lagging heart beguile.
Day spreads its petals all
Of novel hopes and joys withal.
The rose-buds’ there,—
“Today” is here;
In time the rose-bud blooms,—
While lazy day often glooms.
Forsake thy sleep
O, Lazy Day,
Open Thou with thy full-bloom ray
To chase my gathered gloom away!
The rose-bud opened,
The day now smiled
In fullness fine;
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