SUNSHINE FALLETH ON THY PLACE OF REST.
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O! in thy skies a matchless beauty slept,
And o'er thine earth a stream of brightness swept.
And o'er thine earth a stream of brightness swept.
Did'st thou behold a heart beneath thy skies,
Whereon the foot of misery had trod?
And did thy spirit from its stillness rise,
And send the voice of sympathy abroad?
Lovely, oh! summer, did thy smile appear
In days of yore, when blithely resting here!
Whereon the foot of misery had trod?
And did thy spirit from its stillness rise,
And send the voice of sympathy abroad?
Lovely, oh! summer, did thy smile appear
In days of yore, when blithely resting here!
Where has its brightness fled? why dost thou pour,
As from a heart of grief, thy wailings forth?
Oh, let it speak in gladness, as of yore,
And light the green earth with its smile of mirth,
Such as the young Spring loved, when thee before,
Softly she vanished, and was seen no more.
As from a heart of grief, thy wailings forth?
Oh, let it speak in gladness, as of yore,
And light the green earth with its smile of mirth,
Such as the young Spring loved, when thee before,
Softly she vanished, and was seen no more.
THE SUNSHINE FALLETH ON THY PLACE OF REST.
The sunshine falleth on thy place of rest,
But thee it warmeth not;
The grass is green above thy tranquil breast,
And thou art not forgot!
But thee it warmeth not;
The grass is green above thy tranquil breast,
And thou art not forgot!
