1. Over Tamalpais the sun Sinks, his daily journey done; And the waters of the bay Stretch -- a topaz sea -- away; As we stand upon the heath, With the silent world beneath. 2. Lady, standing, lingering here, Sweet it is to feel thee near; From my heart a silent prayer Rises through the golden air; Gone the parting and the tear, Gone the months of exile drear; Over land and over sea Hath the Father guided me; Now once more I see thy face Shining in its wonted place; And my wanderer's spirit thrills As the California hills -- Purple hills of Paradise -- Round about me once more rise! 3. Lady, let us think no more What the future has in store; In the hands of God it is, With its sorrow or its bliss; Let us leave it, then, to Him, Though it fronts us vague and dim; Let us, standing on this heath, With the silent world beneath, Think, dear friend, but of to-day, And be happy while we may. |