The Songs and Ballads of Uhland Tr by W W Skeat

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: 2. To Death. Thou, who oft at twilight hours Through earth's garden wand'rest free, Gathering golden fruits, bright flowers, Planted there by God for thee, Spare, O Death, the smiling prize, Clinging to the quickening breast, Lulled by soothing songs to rest, Gazing at its mother's eyes Spare the earth's...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: 2. To Death. Thou, who oft at twilight hours Through earth's garden wand'rest free, Gathering golden fruits, bright flowers, Planted there by God for thee, Spare, O Death, the smiling prize, Clinging to the quickening breast, Lulled by soothing songs to rest, Gazing at its mother's eyes Spare the earth's strong sons, Oh spare Those in fervid strains who sing Till throughout the forests bare Joyously loud echoes ring. Spare the sage's fires to slake, Bound whose holy sunlike glance Hovering close in steady dance, Youthful moons their circuits take. Buoyed on clouds all silver-white Seek, when Eve's bright star appears, Him who, gray with age, each night Consecrates his hearth with tears. By moons the sage's pupils are meant. Name his loved ones gone from hence, Place him in thy garland's rim, Where no parting tears bedim Eyes that heam with joys intense. Seek the youth whose ardent breast Love hath filled with fierce alarms, Who, impelled by wild unrest, Stretching out his open arms Tow'rds the flow'r-strewn floor on high Bright with stars, looks up love-warm; Friendly take him arm in arm, Bear him to yon far blue sky There, 'mid bridal pomp and mirth, (Breathing love), may round him flow- All that stirred his heart on earth, Greeting him with greetings low. There his soul her holyday Fresh with newer life, may keep, Filled with inspiration deep, Filled with songs that last for aye. chapter{{Section 43. Harper's Song at a Marriage - feast. Sounds of mirth and festal clang Through the lofty halls have sped Till the answering echoes rang From the vaults that hold the dead. 'Mid the joys to-night hath brought Of your ancestors ye thought, Singing glorious deeds of might Rescued from the...