Since in the lowly valleys everywhere
God scatters blossoms that are passing fair,
Think what the vales of Paradise will show:
How rare must be the plants that blossom there!
'God Grant the Years Go Slow '
God grant the years go slow;
God grant the days be long;
And lazily fall the twilight glow,
Linger the Even-song.
Yon moon that fills the West
With its silver-tinted gleams
Will quickly sink to rest
And leave the world to dreams:
So to-morrow s sun will rise
Out of the gaudy dawn
And fill the Summer skies
Then sink—and a day is gone.
I dread the day, Sweetheart,
When I shall kiss your hand
Farewell and alone we part
And go to another land;
For beyond the little way
We see with human eye,
Of it all we can only say:
We live, we love, we die.
So I pray that the years go slow;
God grant the days be long;
And lazily fall the twilight glow,
Sing slowly the Even-song.
