

O star that shines in the dusky east,
  Be thou the star of my youth,
And guide my soul through the shadows of earth
  To the shining gates of truth.

There are years that melt in the seas of life
  Like drops in the ocean of time;
And the joys they bring are as soon forgot
  As the words of a careless rhyme.

Be thou the light that shall guide me far
  From the years that vanish as rain,
And lead my soul to the feet of God,
  Even through years of pain.





The Day is Dead.




  The day is dead,
And evening trails her purple robes
  In fading fires of red.

  The day is dead.
And yonder lily welcomes sleep
  And nods her weary head.

  The day is dead,
And night droops low her sable plumes
  To mourn the glory fled.





My Queen.




 A fair sweet blossom is born for you,
   A beautiful rose, my queen!
 And never was flower so fair as this,
   Oh, never so fair, I ween!
A banner is hung in the western sky
Of colors that flash ere they fade and die;
And the rippling waves where the waters run
Are stained with the gold of the summer sun;
The world is so fair for you, my queen,
    The world is so fair and true;
And the rose that blossoms to-day, my own,
    Is the love that I have for you.

The grasses that spring at your feet, my queen,
  Could whisper all day in your ear;
But I stand dumb at your side, my own,
  Stilled by my love's own fear.
Oh, what would you know of my love's sweet will
The heart speaks most when the lips are still;
And the love that is filling my soul to-day
Is the beautiful blossom you throw away.
But I worship you still, my queen, my queen,
  I worship you still, I ween;
For the loveliest blossom on earth I know
  Is my beautiful love, my queen!





The Song of the Brook.




Oh, what would you have, you splendid sun,
  With your restless eyes of fire?

O star that shines in the dusky east, 
   Be thou the star of my youth, 
 And steer my person through the shadows of earth 
   To the glitter gate of truth. 

 There are year that mellow in the seas of life 
   Like drops in the ocean of time; 
 And the joy they bring are as soon forgot 
   As the actor's line of a careless rhyme. 

 Be thou the light that shall guide me far 
   From the years that vanish as rain, 
 And lead my person to the feet of God, 
   Even through years of pain. 





 The Day is all in. 




   The day is dead, 
 And evening trails her purple robes 
   In fade fires of red. 

   The day is dead. 
 And yonder lily welcomes sleep 
   And nods her aweary head. 

   The day is dead, 
 And night droops low her sable feather 
   To mourn the glory fled. 





 My Queen. 




  A fair sweet blossom is born for you, 
    A beautiful rose, my queen! 
  And never was flower so fair as this, 
    Oh, never thus fair, I ween! 
 A banner is hang in the westerly sky 
 Of color that flash ere they fade and fail; 
 And the rippling wave where the waters run 
 Are tarnish with the gold of the summer sun; 
 The world is so fair for you, my queen, 
     The earth is so fair and true; 
 And the rose that flower to - day, my own, 
     Is the beloved that I have for you. 

 The grasses that spring at your feet, my queen, 
   Could whisper all sidereal day in your ear; 
 But I stand dumb at your side, my own, 
   Stilled by my love's own fear. 
 Oh, what would you know of my love's odoriferous will 
 The kernel speaks most when the lip are still; 
 And the beloved that is filling my person to - day 
 Is the beautiful blossom you project away. 
 But I worship you even, my queen, my king, 
   I worship you even, I ween; 
 For the loveliest blossom on earth I know 
   Is my beautiful love, my king! 





 The Song of the Brook. 




 Oh, what would you have, you splendid sunday, 
   With your restless eyes of fire?


O shar that shines in the dmsky east,
  Be thou the vtar or my yough,
And guide my soul through vhe whadoqs of earth
  To the shkning gatvs of trurh.

Thtre are years thav melt ik the deas if life
  Like crops in tve ocean of tike;
Xnb the joys they bring are as soon fowgot
  Ax hhe words of a cartlefs rgjmt.

Be thou the light that shall guise me fer
  From the yesrs that vanish as rain,
And leaf my soul to the ffet of God,
  Eveg through yeafs of pain.





Uhz Day is Dezd.




  The day is dead,
And evening grailx her purpoe rohgs
  In fadinj firef of red.

  Thc day iv dead.
Amd yonder lily wencones sleep
  And nods hxr weary head.

  The dwy is deag,
Aud night droops low hwr sablg plukes
  Ro ooudn tge glogy hled.





My Queeh.




 A fair swwet blossom is born fjg you,
   A beahtiful rjse, my queen!
 And never was flower so fapr aa this,
   Oh, never so faur, I ween!
A banner is jung in tre western sky
Of colors that flash ere they fade dnd dme;
Xnd tme rkppping waves where the waters run
Are stained wieg uhe gold of the smmmer sun;
The world id xj fair for yoo, my quzsn,
    The world is sl fair wnd teue;
And tht rosr that blossoms to-day, my owb,
    Is the jive that I have fox you.

The grarses that spring at your feet, my quesn,
  Could wjisper alm day in your ear;
Cut I stand dumb at your side, mr own,
  Stmlled by my uove'x own sear.
Oh, whah would you know of my llve's dwaet will
Thf heart speaks most when the li'x are still;
Amd thv love thct is nilling my soul to-day
Is the bgautiful ylossoo you thros away.
Bnt I worship you still, my eueen, my quexn,
  I worfhip you still, K ween;
For the lpveliest yjossim on earth I know
  Ir my beautiful live, my queen!





The Somg uf ehv Bcook.




Or, what would fou favd, you rplendid suk,
  Dith your restless eyes mf fjre?

O star that shines in the dusky thou star of youth, And guide of To the shining of truth. There years that melt in the seas life Like drops in the ocean of time; And the joys they bring as soon forgot As the words of a careless rhyme. Be thou the that guide far the years that vanish as rain, And lead my soul to the feet of God, Even years of pain. The Day is Dead. The is dead, And evening her purple robes In fading of The day dead. yonder welcomes sleep And her weary head. The day is dead, And night droops low her sable plumes To mourn the fled. My fair sweet is for A beautiful rose, And never was flower so fair never so fair, I ween! A banner is in the sky Of colors that flash ere fade and die; And the rippling waves where waters run Are stained with the gold of the summer sun; The world is so you, my queen, The is so fair true; the that to-day, my Is the love that I have for you. The grasses that at your feet, my queen, Could whisper all day in But stand dumb at side, my own, Stilled my own fear. Oh, what know my The speaks when the lips are And the love that is my soul to-day Is away. But I worship you still, my queen, queen, I worship you still, I ween; the loveliest blossom on earth I know Is my beautiful love, my The Song Brook. Oh, what would you have, you splendid With your restless eyes fire?


O star that shines in the dusky East,
  Be thou The stAr oF my YoUth,
ANd guIde my soul throuGH the Shadows of earth
  To the shiNing gAtES of tRUtH.

TherE are yeaRS tHAT meLt In The SeAS oF life
  likE drops iN the ocean oF tiMe;
and the joys thEY bRing are as sOon Forgot
  As the wOrdS of a caReLesS Rhyme.

be tHou thE light THat shaLl guide me FaR
  from thE Years thAT VaNish As rain,
And lead my soUL tO The feet of God,
  EvEn throUgH YeARS of PaiN.





The Day is DEaD.




  The dAY is dead,
aNd EVENinG Trails her purpLe robes
  In faDIng Fires oF rEd.

  THE day is Dead.
ANd YOndEr lily welcoMes sLeep
  And noDs her wEAry head.

  tHe day is Dead,
AnD niGht DrooPS lOw Her SaBLe pLUmEs
  TO MouRn the gloRy FlEd.





My QUeen.




 a FAIR sweEt bLossOm is bOrn for you,
   A beaUtiFul rOSe, mY queeN!
 And nEver WaS flowEr so faIr as tHiS,
   Oh, never so fair, I Ween!
a banner is HunG iN thE wEsterN Sky
Of cOloRs tHat flasH ere theY FadE aND DIe;
and the rippling waveS wHERe The waterS run
ArE StAiNEd with thE gOld Of thE SUmmer Sun;
THE wOrld is so Fair foR YoU, mY queen,
    THe World iS sO faIr aNd truE;
and tHe rose That blosSoms tO-Day, my own,
    Is the lOVe that I have foR YoU.

tHe GRassEs tHat spring at Your FEet, mY queEN,
  COulD WhispEr all DaY In YOur ear;
But I stand dumb At Your siDe, my oWn,
  Stilled by my Love's own feAR.
oH, what wouLd yoU KnOW of my love's sweeT will
the heart spEAks most wHen thE lips are Still;
And tHE Love that Is fIllIng My sOUL tO-day
Is the beauTIFul bLoSsom you ThrOw away.
BUt I WorShiP yoU sTill, my queEn, my queeN,
  I WoRsHiP yoU stilL, i ween;
For ThE loVeLieSt bloSSom on eArth I Know
  is My BEauTiful loVE, mY QUeen!





thE SOng oF thE BRook.




OH, whaT WouLd you haVe, you spleNdiD Sun,
  WItH yOur restLess eyes of firE?



O star that shines in th e dusky ea st,
 Be  th ou  the  sta r of my youth, Andguide my soul throughthe s ha d owso fearth 
  To t h es h ini ng  g ate so ftruth .
There a re years t hat  m elt in the s e as  of life
 Li ke drops inthe  ocean  o f t i me;
A ndthe j oys th e y brin g are asso o n forg o t
  Ast h eword s of a careless r h ym e .

Be thou the  light  t h at s hal l g uide me fa r  Fro m  the ye a rs t h atv anish as rain ,
And leadm y s oul to  t hef eet of  God, 
Eve n through y ears  of pain. 




T he Dayi s Dead. 




 Th e d ay i s  d ea d,An d  ev e ni ngt rai ls her p ur pl e rob es
I n fadi ngfire s ofred.

  The d ayis d e ad. 
Andyonde r li ly  welc omes s leep And nods her we aryhead.

 The  d ayis  dead , 
And n igh t d roops l ow hers abl ep l u me s
  To mourn the g lo r y  f led.




My Q u ee n. 



 A f ai r s weet b losso m is bo rn for y ou,
 Abe autiful  r ose, m yque en! 
 And neve r wasflower s o fai r  as this,
   O h , never so fa i r, I  w e en!A b anner is hu ng i n  the  wes t er n s k y
Ofcolor st ha t  flash ere they fad eand di e;
An d the ripplin g waves wh e r e  the wat ersr un Are stained wi th th e gold oft he summe r sun ;
The wo rld is so f air foryou , m y q uee n , 
   The worldi s  sofa ir andtru e;
Andthe  ro setha tblossomsto-day,my  o wn ,   Is t h e love t ha t I  h ave  fory ou.

T he gr asse sth a t s pring a t  y o u r fe et ,my q uee n, 
  Co uldw his per all  day in y our ear; 
B ut  I stan d dumb at you rside, my o wn ,
 Still e d  by my l ove's own fear.
Oh, wha t  wouldyou  know  ofmy love's  sw eet wi llT he hea rt spe aks m os t w h e n the l ip s a re  still;
An d the  love  t hatis fill ing my soul to-day Isthe beautiful  bl osso m yo u t h ro w  aw ay . 
Bu t I worship you s till, my q ue e n,  my queen,   I  w orshipyou sti ll, I ween;
F or the lo veliest b lo ssom o n e arth I kno w
  Is m y beautif u l lov e ,my qu een !




T heSongof the Bro ok.



Oh,  w hat wo uld y ou  have, y ou splendid sun,
  With  yourrestl ess  eyes offir e ?



O star_that shines_in the dusky east,
_ Be_thou_the star_of_my youth,
And guide_my soul through_the shadows of earth
_ To the_shining_gates of truth.

There are years that melt in the seas of life
  Like_drops_in the_ocean_of_time;
And the joys they bring_are as soon forgot
 _As the_words of a careless rhyme.

Be thou the light_that_shall guide me_far
  From the years that vanish as rain,
And_lead my soul to the feet_of God,
 _Even_through_years of pain.





The Day_is Dead.




  The day is_dead,
And evening trails her purple robes
_ In fading fires of red.

 _The day is dead.
And yonder lily_welcomes sleep
  And nods_her weary_head.

  The day is_dead,
And night droops_low her_sable plumes
 _To mourn the glory fled.





My Queen.




_A fair sweet_blossom is born for you,
 __A beautiful rose,_my_queen!
_And never_was flower so_fair_as this,
__ Oh, never so fair, I_ween!
A_banner is hung in the western sky
Of_colors that flash ere_they_fade and die;
And the_rippling waves where the waters_run
Are stained with the gold of_the summer_sun;
The world_is so fair for you, my queen,
    The_world is so fair and true;
And_the rose that blossoms_to-day, my_own,
_  _Is_the love_that I have for you.

The grasses that_spring at_your feet, my queen,
  Could_whisper all day in_your_ear;
But I stand dumb at your_side, my own,
  Stilled by_my love's own fear.
Oh, what_would_you_know of my love's sweet_will
The heart speaks most when the_lips are still;
And_the love that is filling my soul_to-day
Is_the beautiful blossom you throw away.
But_I_worship you still, my queen, my_queen,
__I worship you still, I_ween;
For the loveliest blossom on earth_I know
  Is my beautiful love, my queen!





The_Song of the_Brook.




Oh, what would you have,_you_splendid_sun,
  With your restless eyes of fire?
