A WISH."The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir."
Songs of Solomon i. 17.
Songs of Solomon i. 17.
IVE me a châlet on the heights,In fields of deathless snow,
With a crystal river o'er whose waves,
The murm'ring breezes blow.
The only footstep that shall pass
My humble châlet door,
Shall be the tempest, whose wild wrath
Dies in the cataract's roar.
My humble châlet door,
Shall be the tempest, whose wild wrath
Dies in the cataract's roar.
My only neighbours be the pines,
The armies of the height,
Whose upward tramp shall cut a path
For the moon's mystic light.
The armies of the height,
Whose upward tramp shall cut a path
For the moon's mystic light.
