30.07.2007, 10:32
Beacon Lights
I watch the purpling sea with wistful eyes,
Just as the sun goes down upon the bay,
And throws a path of gold across the way,
While all the heavens flush in sunset's dyes;
Then beacons burn like stars in darkling skies,
The bay grows dim, and fancy turns at last
To see the lights that glorified the Past,
From shores of Time, in solemn beauty rise.
O shining host, more beautiful to me
Than any constellation in my sight!
No path of gold can light life's troubled sea,
Like those bright lives that starred its long, long Night,
The beacons of our own humanity
Forever holding up the living Light.
I watch the purpling sea with wistful eyes,
Just as the sun goes down upon the bay,
And throws a path of gold across the way,
While all the heavens flush in sunset's dyes;
Then beacons burn like stars in darkling skies,
The bay grows dim, and fancy turns at last
To see the lights that glorified the Past,
From shores of Time, in solemn beauty rise.
O shining host, more beautiful to me
Than any constellation in my sight!
No path of gold can light life's troubled sea,
Like those bright lives that starred its long, long Night,
The beacons of our own humanity
Forever holding up the living Light.