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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 175 |
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And so 'twill be when I am gone; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells. |
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THOU ART, O GOD !
" The day is thine, the night also is thine: thou hast prepared the light and the sun. Thou hast set all the borders of the earth: thou hast made summer and winter."—Psalm 74 - '6>'7-
THOU art, O God ! the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even,
And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven —
Those hues that make the sun's decline
So soft, so radiant, Lord ! are thine.
When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies,
Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume, Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes,—
That sacred gloom, those fires divine,
So grand, so countless, Lord ! are thine. |
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