SUNSHINE ON THE HILL
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SUNSHINE ON THE HILL
In the low-land where the shadows
Gather at the close of day;
When the sky in all its beauty
Turns from blue to sombre grey,—
Voices of the day are ceasing,
Plaintively the night-birds trill,—
In the distance, like a halo—
Lo! the sun shines on the hill!
Gather at the close of day;
When the sky in all its beauty
Turns from blue to sombre grey,—
Voices of the day are ceasing,
Plaintively the night-birds trill,—
In the distance, like a halo—
Lo! the sun shines on the hill!
When, like Wings of Night unfolded
Sorrow casts its chilling shade;
Causing all our joy to vanish
And our cherished hopes to fade—
When Oppressions hand shall smite us
With a wrath that bodeth ill—
Look beyond the vale's dark shadows
To the sunshine on the hill!
Sorrow casts its chilling shade;
Causing all our joy to vanish
And our cherished hopes to fade—
When Oppressions hand shall smite us
With a wrath that bodeth ill—
Look beyond the vale's dark shadows
To the sunshine on the hill!
Like a whispered benediction
From the Realm of Light, so blest;
Steals those sacred words, in accents
Sweet: "And I will give thee rest."—
From the Realm of Light, so blest;
Steals those sacred words, in accents
Sweet: "And I will give thee rest."—
