28.10.2007, 08:36
GOLDEN MOMENTS.
WHEN sweetest moods with fairest prospects meet,
And busy Fancy decks the world with flowers
Plucked in a land untinged by cares of ours,
Where souls, like childhood's angels, smile and greet ;
And blessed sunshine feeds, with tempered heat,
From open skies, new blossoms through the bowers
Touched by the spirit's glory ; whilst the Hours
Their airy dance with joyous footsteps beat ;
And all the good of life seems crowded in
A few short moments : take them unto thee ;
Drink deeply ; grasp them closely ; hide them where
Thy being flows ; for they may have to win
A little gleam through days of gloom, and be
The clearest stars that light long nights of care.
WHEN sweetest moods with fairest prospects meet,
And busy Fancy decks the world with flowers
Plucked in a land untinged by cares of ours,
Where souls, like childhood's angels, smile and greet ;
And blessed sunshine feeds, with tempered heat,
From open skies, new blossoms through the bowers
Touched by the spirit's glory ; whilst the Hours
Their airy dance with joyous footsteps beat ;
And all the good of life seems crowded in
A few short moments : take them unto thee ;
Drink deeply ; grasp them closely ; hide them where
Thy being flows ; for they may have to win
A little gleam through days of gloom, and be
The clearest stars that light long nights of care.