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The Poet's Plea For Love.
THE POET'S PLEA FOR LOVE .
LOVE ' presence never dies , The heart has need of its bland witcheries ; The full strong heart clings to some cherished shrine , And deems the place divine . Living we must desire
To hear some sweet voice sing unto our lyre ; Not all alone , —we crave for one fond heart , Whose truth will ne'er depart . Good hope , and trusting faith , And the dear tie that knows no lapse in death ; Who fears to sail upon so sure a sea ?
Where wrecks may never be . Time points to endless love , Where no sad shadows o ' er the landscape move ; And ever seems it part of Nature ' s care , To show Love everywhere . Aye , in the forest trees , The woods , the fields , the rills , the southern breeze ; In the still night , when stars with gentle glow , Shine o ' er our thoughts of woe .
The dreams that haunt our sleep , The vocal murmur of the lonely deep ; The waves that break and fall to harm no more , Beside the sand-strewn shore . The dawn , the fading eve , The mystic hour , when friends take pleasant leave ;
The waning year , the time of flowery Spring , When waking bees find wing . Love ! love it lives in all , Men yearn to seek and prove its patient thrall ; And the dank dial , with its moss and rust , Is to Love ' s virtues just . W . BKAILSFOBD .
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The Poet's Plea For Love.
THE POET'S PLEA FOR LOVE .
LOVE ' presence never dies , The heart has need of its bland witcheries ; The full strong heart clings to some cherished shrine , And deems the place divine . Living we must desire
To hear some sweet voice sing unto our lyre ; Not all alone , —we crave for one fond heart , Whose truth will ne'er depart . Good hope , and trusting faith , And the dear tie that knows no lapse in death ; Who fears to sail upon so sure a sea ?
Where wrecks may never be . Time points to endless love , Where no sad shadows o ' er the landscape move ; And ever seems it part of Nature ' s care , To show Love everywhere . Aye , in the forest trees , The woods , the fields , the rills , the southern breeze ; In the still night , when stars with gentle glow , Shine o ' er our thoughts of woe .
The dreams that haunt our sleep , The vocal murmur of the lonely deep ; The waves that break and fall to harm no more , Beside the sand-strewn shore . The dawn , the fading eve , The mystic hour , when friends take pleasant leave ;
The waning year , the time of flowery Spring , When waking bees find wing . Love ! love it lives in all , Men yearn to seek and prove its patient thrall ; And the dank dial , with its moss and rust , Is to Love ' s virtues just . W . BKAILSFOBD .