The golden stars still rise and fall,
Forgetful of our weeping,
But yet we know, above them all,
That angel watch is keeping.
Forgetful of our weeping,
But yet we know, above them all,
That angel watch is keeping.
And when the flowers of Spring return,
That glimpse the heavens clearly,
Oh, how our aching hearts will yearn
For thee, that loved them dearly.
That glimpse the heavens clearly,
Oh, how our aching hearts will yearn
For thee, that loved them dearly.
No sweeter flower than thee can bloom
On this dark shore of sorrow—
Bid us good-night, in tearful gloom,
And garland Death's to-morrow.
On this dark shore of sorrow—
Bid us good-night, in tearful gloom,
And garland Death's to-morrow.
SLAIN BY THE SEA
[A tribute to Hugh Todd Bingham, drowned at Long Beach, Washington.]
The halcyon summer sky is bent
Benignly over the sea and shore
While Ceres, within her purple tent,
On a gleaming throne of her sheaves in store
Is wreathed with red poppies and golden wheat;
And a-dream in the joy of triumph sweet.
Benignly over the sea and shore
While Ceres, within her purple tent,
On a gleaming throne of her sheaves in store
Is wreathed with red poppies and golden wheat;
And a-dream in the joy of triumph sweet.
And high on the smoky mountain wall
In her crystal temple peace is throned;
By a thousand rainbowed waterfalls
Are the songs of her saintly calm intoned,
In her crystal temple peace is throned;
By a thousand rainbowed waterfalls
Are the songs of her saintly calm intoned,
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