THE HEAVENLY MANSIONS
Eye hath not seen those glittering towers,
Ear hath not heard those songs,
But endless praise and fadeless flowers
To that bright realm belong.
Ear hath not heard those songs,
But endless praise and fadeless flowers
To that bright realm belong.
There never a weary tear shall start
Of pain or grief or care;
There is my treasure and my heart
And all my hope is there.
Of pain or grief or care;
There is my treasure and my heart
And all my hope is there.
O mansion, grand, imposing pile
Of masonry and art,
Tower in thy pride a little while
But prison not a heart!
Of masonry and art,
Tower in thy pride a little while
But prison not a heart!
Let not earth's richest, happiest lot
Life's higher aims assuage,
And make the spirit treasure not
Its nobler heritage.
Life's higher aims assuage,
And make the spirit treasure not
Its nobler heritage.
SUMMER
Summer, O beautiful Summer!
Sunshine and sea-breeze, green earth and blue sky,
Bees, buds and blossoms, tall ferns and low mosses
Wreathing with beauty life's silent gray crosses,
Summer, sweet Summer, I bid you good-bye.
Sunshine and sea-breeze, green earth and blue sky,
Bees, buds and blossoms, tall ferns and low mosses
Wreathing with beauty life's silent gray crosses,
Summer, sweet Summer, I bid you good-bye.
Shall I come back to you ever, oh ever?
No, you are dead as the flowers I have pressed;
These like sweet memories of you I have carried,
While in the past my sweet Summer is buried
From the fair garlands that lay on her breast.
No, you are dead as the flowers I have pressed;
These like sweet memories of you I have carried,
While in the past my sweet Summer is buried
From the fair garlands that lay on her breast.
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