From out the rosy dawn the sun comes forth;
See, love, what robes of splendor dawns the sea!
So is my soul hallowed with joy and love,
Gleaming from thee.
For, when at morn I stroll along the path,
There I behold thy beauty from afar;
And, like the rosy dawn, it fills my soul;
I stand in awe.
Look, love, the rosy scene is in the West!
And soon this world shall be in solemn night.
So will my soul if thou shouldst, like the sun,
Withdraw your light.
A SONG OF LOVE.
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A song I sing a blessing so divine,
Which all can feel yet no one can define;
It comes like hallowed glory from above,
We feel the joy and call the blessing love.
Just as we know when zephyr’s in the rye,
We cannot see, still how we mark their way;
Just so it is when love meets you and me—
We bend and sway.
For who can hide the love that’s in his breast?
He only feels, though known by all the rest;
For when love comes the gall is changed to sweet,
It brought the valiant Hector to its feet.
Just as love brought the heroes kneeling down,
She leads the world quite gently with her sway,
No need of lash—just simply smile or frown—
We will obey.