Harmonies (Howe collection)/The Sunrise
THE SUNRISE
Blow out the candle, day is come;
The watchers need no other light
Than that which floods the solemn room
Where life is passing with the night.
The watchers need no other light
Than that which floods the solemn room
Where life is passing with the night.
Across the smiling acres green,
Across the point, the bay, the hills,
Strong, like the soul that loved the scene;
The tide of dawn the chamber fills.
Across the point, the bay, the hills,
Strong, like the soul that loved the scene;
The tide of dawn the chamber fills.
Blow out the candle—small his care
Whose mortal light burns, ah! so dim;
Haply his vision opens where
The eternal sunrise shines for him.
Whose mortal light burns, ah! so dim;
Haply his vision opens where
The eternal sunrise shines for him.
Yes, day is bright about his bed,
And night has vanished with his breath.
Lo! on his face, all shadows fled,
The morning majesty of death.
And night has vanished with his breath.
Lo! on his face, all shadows fled,
The morning majesty of death.