The Silken Tassel/The Journey
The Journey
I journey’d far and far,
In the country of old Life,
Where the twinkling of a star
Was the signal of all strife;
Where the weary day was blind,
And the night was veil’d all o’er;
For the light was all behind
And the dark was all before.
In the country of old Life,
Where the twinkling of a star
Was the signal of all strife;
Where the weary day was blind,
And the night was veil’d all o’er;
For the light was all behind
And the dark was all before.
I journey’d far and far,
In the country of new Life,
Where the smiling of a star
Scatter’d all the feud and strife;
Where the night in gems entwined
Paced the day’s enflowering floor;
For the dark was all behind
And the light was all before.
In the country of new Life,
Where the smiling of a star
Scatter’d all the feud and strife;
Where the night in gems entwined
Paced the day’s enflowering floor;
For the dark was all behind
And the light was all before.
I journey’d far and far,
In this country new and strange:
I pluck’d a glowing star,
And lo! I saw it change:
The flower of Joy consign’d
To the soul’s eternal shore;
And the dark was all behind,
And the light was all before!
In this country new and strange:
I pluck’d a glowing star,
And lo! I saw it change:
The flower of Joy consign’d
To the soul’s eternal shore;
And the dark was all behind,
And the light was all before!