From the sacred blessing love brings always,
Of heaven's deep blessedness!
Of heaven's deep blessedness!
XXIVTHE OLD STORY
By the pleasant paths we know
All familiar flowers would grow,
Though we two were gone;
Moon and stars would rise and set,
Dawn the haggard night forget,
And the world move on.
All familiar flowers would grow,
Though we two were gone;
Moon and stars would rise and set,
Dawn the haggard night forget,
And the world move on.
Spring would carol through the wood,
Life be counted sweet and good,
While the seasons sped;
Winter storms would prove their might,
Winter frosts make bold to bite,
Clouds lift overhead.
Life be counted sweet and good,
While the seasons sped;
Winter storms would prove their might,
Winter frosts make bold to bite,
Clouds lift overhead.
Still the sunset lights would glow,
Still the heaven-appointed bow
In its place be hung,
Not one flower the less would bloom,
Though we two had met our doom,
No song less be sung.
Still the heaven-appointed bow
In its place be hung,
Not one flower the less would bloom,
Though we two had met our doom,
No song less be sung.
Other lovers through the dew
Would go loitering, two and two,
When the day was done;
Lips would pass the kiss divine,
Hearts would beat like yours and mine—
Hearts that beat as one.
Would go loitering, two and two,
When the day was done;
Lips would pass the kiss divine,
Hearts would beat like yours and mine—
Hearts that beat as one.
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