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THE DEAD TREE IN THE FOREST.
Or from the stars that light
The everlasting hills, dost thou appear,
To guard us in the dreamy hours of night,
And our lone slumbers cheer?
The everlasting hills, dost thou appear,
To guard us in the dreamy hours of night,
And our lone slumbers cheer?
Dwell'st thou upon the earth,
Where the rose blooms, or where bright waters flow,
Where all things beautiful look up in mirth?
Stern reason answers, "No."
Where the rose blooms, or where bright waters flow,
Where all things beautiful look up in mirth?
Stern reason answers, "No."
Thou art in heaven above,
Hymning the ransomed spirit's song of bliss;
Ah! who would call thee from that home of love,
To a bleak world like this?
Hymning the ransomed spirit's song of bliss;
Ah! who would call thee from that home of love,
To a bleak world like this?
THE DEAD TREE IN THE FOREST.
Left amidst his green companions,
In that frowning solitude,
Like a stricken, crownless monarch,
Stood the lone one of the wood.
Bared his limbs, and tempest-shaken,
Motionless his strong arms now;
And the coronal of triumph
Bloomed no longer on his brow.
In that frowning solitude,
Like a stricken, crownless monarch,
Stood the lone one of the wood.
Bared his limbs, and tempest-shaken,
Motionless his strong arms now;
And the coronal of triumph
Bloomed no longer on his brow.
