Wayside pictures, hymns, and poems . on. Darkness reignsThroughout the night, but at the mornings dawaJoy floateth on the sunbeams. [Singing in the distance. The wells are clear, the rivers free,A glory hangs upon the sea;A mystery fills the shady the flower, unfolds the bud,By lonely cave or fountains brink :But earth is darkened by the drink. The heavens receive a solemn strainFrom waste and water, mount and main ;And notes of sweetness float alongWhere hamlets chant their sparrows neath the tliatch-roof clink:But earth is darkened by the drink. The seasons speak
Wayside pictures, hymns, and poems . on. Darkness reignsThroughout the night, but at the mornings dawaJoy floateth on the sunbeams. [Singing in the distance. The wells are clear, the rivers free,A glory hangs upon the sea;A mystery fills the shady the flower, unfolds the bud,By lonely cave or fountains brink :But earth is darkened by the drink. The heavens receive a solemn strainFrom waste and water, mount and main ;And notes of sweetness float alongWhere hamlets chant their sparrows neath the tliatch-roof clink:But earth is darkened by the drink. The seasons speak by moor and mead. That he who runs may ever read ; Their voices rise in holy lays. However long or short the days. When skies are black or luoonbeams blink : But earth is darkened by the diink. Yet comes the time when love shall reign• From vale to vale, from plain to plain ;When stiife and hate shall be oerthrown,And peace extend from zone to zone,When truth shall conquer link by Hnk,Nor earth be darkened by the drink. \ THE LANDS END,
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