PURE orb serene, that shinest still Tho' youth be fled and Spring-time done, And dreary Autumn, dark and chill, Obscure our brief days' waning sun, Oh Love, oh radiant Star! Shine forth, and all is peace and light, Tho' the sun sink and with him life! Hide, and the deadly gloom of night Descends, with hate, and wrong, and strife, Oh Love, oh radiant Star! Not thine the glare of garish noon, Nor fever-heats of wild desire, Nor craters of the ghostly moon Silvered with dead phosphoric fire, Oh Love, oh radiant Star! But glowing, pure with primrose flame, Steadfast as virgin-glances are, Thro' life's swift seasons still the same Light thou our heavenward pathway far, Oh Love, oh radiant Star! |