 night.

Beautiful visions of life were his,
  Visions of triumph and fame;
Longing for glory that he might be
  Worthy to wear his name.

Brave was his heart as he sailed away
  Under the Northern sky;
Leaving behind him all that he loved--
  Stilling his heart's wild cry.

Proudly his mother, with royal pride,
  Stifled her last regret;
Steeling her heart--but her dream was in vain
  For the star of his race was set.

Surely the moon as he slept at night
  Whispered his doom on high;
Surely the waves in their rocky beds
  Mourned as he passed them by.

For never again in the dusky night
  Would the prince go sailing by;
Weaving his dreams with a boyish pride
  Under the shadowy sky.

Silent and cold in the morn he lay,
  Slain by a ruthless hand!
Never to wake with his fearless eyes--
  Never again to command.

Imperial mother--too well we know
The speechless depths of her awful woe;
For the bright young life into Eternity hurled
Was her only like to a sad, dark world.

But mothers kneel in the silent night
To whisper a prayer to the Throne of Light,
For the beautiful woman whose head lies low,
Crushed 'neath the weight of its crown of woe.

From sun to shadow her life has swayed
Like some wild rose in a mountain glade;
But the storms have won, and the blossom lies
Forever broken--no more to rise.





On the Lake.




There's a beautiful lake where the sun lies low,
And the skies are warm with their summer glow;
And a beautiful picture there I see
Where the winds are warm and the waves are free,
  And the waves lie still in the sun
As the flowers at night, when the day is done.

You may sing of your silvery seas by night
When the moon looks down with a dreamy light;
And the stars shine out in the skies above
Like the warm sweet gaze of the eyes of love;
  But the glow on the lake to-day
Is a glory that never will fade away
night. 

 Beautiful visions of life were his, 
   Visions of victory and fame; 
 hanker for aura that he might be 
   Worthy to wear his name. 

 Brave was his heart as he sweep away 
   Under the Northern sky; 
 leave behind him all that he loved-- 
   still his heart's angry cry. 

 Proudly his mother, with royal pride, 
   suffocate her last regret; 
 steel her affection -- but her dream was in vain 
   For the star of his race was set. 

 Surely the lunar month as he slept at night 
   Whispered his doom on gamey; 
 Surely the waves in their rocky beds 
   Mourned as he pass them by. 

 For never again in the dusky night 
   Would the prince go sailing by; 
 Weaving his dream with a boyish pride 
   Under the shadowy sky. 

 Silent and cold in the morn he lay, 
   Slain by a ruthless bridge player! 
 Never to wake with his fearless eyes-- 
   Never again to command. 

 Imperial mother -- too well we know 
 The speechless depths of her awful woe; 
 For the bright young animation into Eternity hurled 
 Was her only like to a deplorable, blue worldly concern. 

 But mothers kneel in the silent nox 
 To whisper a prayer to the toilet of Light, 
 For the beautiful woman whose head lies gloomy, 
 Crushed' neath the weight of its crown of woe. 

 From sunday to shadow her life has swayed 
 Like some wild rose in a batch glade; 
 But the storm have won, and the blossom lies 
 Forever broken -- no more to get up. 





 On the Lake. 




 There's a beautiful lake where the sun lies low, 
 And the sky are warm with their summer luminescence; 
 And a beautiful picture there I see 
 Where the wind are warm and the wave are free, 
   And the waves dwell still in the sunlight 
 As the flowers at nox, when the day is done. 

 You may sing of your argent sea by night 
 When the moonlight looks down with a dreamy light; 
 And the stars shine out in the skies above 
 Like the affectionate sweet gaze of the eyes of sexual love; 
   But the glow on the lake to - day 
 Is a aura that never will fade away
 nihht.

Beautiful visions of uife were his,
  Rusions of trjumph ana fame;
Longing for glory that hw migyt be
  Worthy to wear fis name.

Bgave was yis ieart as he sailxs away
  Under bhe Nmcthern sky;
Leavikg behind hhm all that he luvzd--
  Stilling his heart's wild cry.

Prouqly his mlther, with roywl pgiqe,
  Aninled her last regret;
Steeling her heart--blt her dream was on vain
  For the star of hls rwce was set.

Surely hhe moon as he foept at nighg
  Whispertd his doom kn high;
Surely the waves in theif rocly beds
  Miuenef as he passxd thei by.

For nevev again in the dusky night
  Eound rhe prince go sailing by;
Weaving his drewms with d yoyish pride
  Under tye shadmwy vky.

Skoeng ahd ckld in thx morn he lzy,
  Slain bt a ruthless hand!
Nefew to wake with his fqawless eyes--
  Never again to command.

Imperpal jother--too well we know
Tye speechless depths lf her awsul woe;
For the bright young life into Eternity husled
Wes hex only oine to a sad, dark world.

But mothers kneel in thq solvnt night
To whispcr a prayer to the Tjrpge of Light,
Fot the bzzufiful woman whose jead ligs low,
Xrushed 'ntath yhe weight of its crown of qoe.

From sun no syadow her life has swayed
Like somg wild rose in a mountain glabe;
But fhe storms jave won, zvd the blossom lkes
Noraver broken--no more to rise.





Jn the Laje.




Thzre's a bdautoful lwke where hhe smt lies low,
And the dkies ase warm wihh their summer glow;
And a beautmhul picture tnese P see
Wherz the einds are wari and the wavex are fxee,
  Avd the wavvs lie stmll in the stn
As the flowats at night, wien the dwy iw dobe.

You mxh sing of your silvery seas by nitht
When the moon lpokr down with a drzcmi light;
And the xtafs fhpne otd in the skias acovd
Kike ghe warm swcet gazr of the eyes of lova;
  Bht the glow on the lwke to-dai
Is a glowy that never will fade away
night. Beautiful visions of life were his, triumph fame; Longing glory that he his Brave was his as he sailed Under the Northern sky; Leaving behind all that he loved-- Stilling his heart's wild cry. Proudly his mother, with pride, Stifled her last regret; Steeling her heart--but her dream was in vain the of race set. Surely the moon as he slept at night Whispered his doom on high; Surely the in their rocky beds Mourned as he passed by. For never again the dusky night Would the go by; Weaving dreams a pride Under the sky. Silent and cold in the morn he lay, Slain by a ruthless hand! Never to wake his fearless again to Imperial well know The speechless her awful woe; For the bright Eternity hurled Was her only like to a dark world. mothers kneel in the silent night whisper a prayer to the Throne of Light, the beautiful woman whose head lies low, Crushed 'neath the weight of its crown of sun to shadow her has swayed Like wild in mountain But the have won, and the blossom lies Forever broken--no more to rise. the Lake. There's a beautiful lake where the sun lies the are warm with summer glow; And a picture I see Where the warm the And waves still in the sun the flowers at night, when day is done. You seas by night When the moon looks down a dreamy light; And the stars shine in the skies above Like the warm sweet gaze of the eyes love; But on the lake to-day Is a glory that will fade away
 night.

Beautiful visions of liFe were his,
  VIsionS of TriUmPh anD famE;
Longing for gloRY thaT he might be
  Worthy to wear His naMe.

bRave WAs His heArt as he SAiLED awAy
  unDer ThE noRtherN skY;
LeavinG behind him All ThAt he loved--
  StiLLiNg his heart'S wiLd cry.

Proudly His Mother, WiTh rOYal prIde,
  stiflEd her lASt regrEt;
SteelinG hER heart--BUt her drEAM wAs in Vain
  For the star of hIS rACe was set.

Surely The mooN aS He SLEpt At nIght
  WhispeReD his dOOm on higH;
suRELY thE Waves in their rOcky beds
  MouRNed As he paSsEd tHEm by.

FoR neveR aGAin In the dusky nIght
  would the pRince gO Sailing BY;
WeavinG his drEamS wiTh a bOYiSh PriDe
  uNdeR ThE shADowY sky.

SileNt AnD cold In thE MORN he lAy,
  SLain By a ruThless hand!
NevEr tO wakE WitH his fEarleSs eyEs--
  never Again tO commAnD.

Imperial mother--Too wEll we know
the SpEecHlEss dePThs of hEr aWfuL woe;
For The brigHT yoUnG LIFe Into Eternity hurled
waS HEr Only like To a sad, DArK wORld.

But moThErs KneeL IN the sIlenT NiGht
To whiSper a pRAyEr To the ThRoNe of LiGhT,
FoR thE beauTIful Woman wHose head Lies lOW,
Crushed 'neath tHE weight of its cROwN OF wOE.

FroM suN to shadow heR lifE Has sWayeD
liKe sOMe wilD rose In A MoUNtain glade;
But the stoRmS have wOn, and The blossom lieS
Forever brOKEN--no more tO risE.





on THe Lake.




There's a bEautiFul lake wheRE the sun lIes loW,
And the sKies are waRM With theiR suMmeR glOw;
AND A bEautiful pictuRE TherE I See
WherE thE winds aRe wArm And The WaVes are freE,
  And the wAvEs LiE sTilL in thE Sun
As the FlOweRs At nIght, wHEn the dAy is dOne.

YOu MaY SinG of your SIlVERy seAs By NighT
WhEn The moOn loOKs dOwn with A dreamy liGht;
aNd thE sTaRs shine Out in the skies AbOve
Like the WaRm sWeet gaZE Of the eyeS of love;
  But the glow on the lAKe to-day
is a Glory That Never will FadE away
 night.

Beautiful visions  of life w ere h is, 
 Vi sion s of  triumph and f a me;Longing for glory that  he m ig h t be  Worth y to we a rh i s n am e. 

B ra v ewas h isheart a s he saile d a wa y
  Under th e  N orthern sk y;Leaving behi ndhim al ltha t  he l ove d--
 Still i ng his  heart'swi l d cry. 
Proudl y hi s mo ther, with royalp ri d e,
  Stifled h er las tr eg r e t;Ste eling herhe art-- b ut herd re a m was in vain
  For  the star o f  hi s race  w ass et.

S urely  t h e m oon as he s lept  at night 
  Whi s pered h i s doomon hig h;Sur elyt he  w ave si n t h ei r r o cky  beds
 Mo ur ned a s he p a s sedthe m by .

Fo r never again  in  the dus ky ni ght
 Wou ld  theprince  go s ai ling by;
Weavin g hi s dreamswit ha b oy ish p r ide
 Und erthe sha dowy sk y .
Si l e n tand cold in the mo rn h elay,
  S lain b y  a  r u thless h an d!Neve r to wa ke w i th  his fea rlesse ye s- -
  Nev er  again  t o c omm and.Impe rial m other--t oo we l l we know
Thes peechless dep t hs o fh er a wfu l woe;
Fortheb righ t yo u ng  li f e int o Ete rn i ty hurled
Was her only  l ike to  a sa d, dark world .

But mot h e r s kneelin t h es ilent night
To  whis per a pray e r to the  Thro ne of Li ght,
Fort h e beauti ful  wo man  wh o s ehead lies low , Crus he d 'neat h t he weig htofits  cr ow n of woe. 

From s un  t osh ado w her life has  s way ed 
Li ke so m e wild  rose  inamo u nta in glad e ;B u t th est orms  ha ve  won,  and the  blosso m lies
Fo rev e r br ok en --no mo re to rise.



On the L ak e.



Th e r e's a be autiful lake where thes un lies  lo w,
An d th e skies a rewarm w ith theirsummer  glow ;And a  beau t i fu l p ic ture there I  se e
Whe re  the  windsare warm and the w a ves  are free,
 And  the w av esl ie sti ll int h e sun
As the fl owers at n ig h t,  when thed ayis  done.
You ma y sin g  of you r silvery  seas byni ghtW h enthe moon l ooks dow n with ad reamy li ght;And  the s ta rsshine  out i n  th e ski es abo ve 
Likethe w ar m sweetgaze of the eyes of lov e;
  B ut th e g low on th e l a keto-day
Is  a g lory thatnev erwillfad e  away 
 night.

Beautiful_visions of_life were his,
 _Visions of_triumph_and fame;
Longing_for_glory that he_might be
 _Worthy to wear his_name.

Brave was his_heart_as he sailed away
  Under the Northern sky;
Leaving behind him all that he_loved--
_ Stilling_his_heart's_wild cry.

Proudly his mother, with_royal pride,
  Stifled her_last regret;
Steeling_her heart--but her dream was in vain
 _For_the star of_his race was set.

Surely the moon as he slept_at night
  Whispered his doom_on high;
Surely the_waves_in_their rocky beds
 _Mourned as he passed them by.

For_never again in the dusky night
_ Would the prince go sailing by;
Weaving_his dreams with a boyish pride
_ Under the shadowy sky.

Silent_and cold_in the morn he lay,
_ Slain by_a ruthless_hand!
Never to wake_with his fearless eyes--
  Never_again to command.

Imperial_mother--too well we know
The speechless depths_of_her awful woe;
For_the_bright_young life_into Eternity hurled
Was_her_only like_to_a sad, dark world.

But mothers kneel_in_the silent night
To whisper a prayer to_the Throne of Light,
For_the_beautiful woman whose head_lies low,
Crushed 'neath the weight_of its crown of woe.

From sun_to shadow_her life_has swayed
Like some wild rose in a mountain glade;
But the storms_have won, and the blossom lies
Forever_broken--no more to rise.





On_the Lake.




There's_a_beautiful lake where_the_sun lies_low,
And the skies are warm with their_summer glow;
And_a beautiful picture there I see
Where_the winds are warm_and_the waves are free,
  And_the waves lie still in the_sun
As the flowers at night,_when_the_day is done.

You may sing_of your silvery seas by night
When_the moon looks_down with a dreamy light;
And the stars_shine_out in the skies above
Like the_warm_sweet gaze of the eyes of_love;
__But the glow on the_lake to-day
Is a glory that never_will fade away