Before me rose an avenue Of tall and sombrous pines; Abroad their fan-like branches grew, And, where the sunshine darted through, Spread a vapor soft and blue, In long and sloping lines. And, falling on my weary brain, Like a fast-falling shower, The dreams of youth came back again ; Low lispings of the summer rain, Dropping on the ripened grain, Visions of childhood! Stay, O stay! Ye were so sweet and wild! And distant voices seemed to say, Other themes demand thy lay, xiv PRELUDE. "The land of Song within thee lies, The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes Are gates unto that Paradise, Holy thoughts, like stars, arise, "Learn, that henceforth thy song shall be, Not mountains capped with snow, Nor forests sounding like the sea, Nor rivers flowing ceaselessly, Where the woodlands bend to see The bending heavens below. "There is a forest where the din Of iron branches sounds! A mighty river roars between, And whosoever looks therein, Sees the heavens all black with sin, Sees not its depths, nor bounds. "Athwart the swinging branches cast, Soft rays of sunshine pour, Then comes the fearful wintry blast; Our hopes, like withered leaves, fall fast; Pallid lips say, 'It is past! We can return no more!' "Look, then, into thine heart, and write! Yes, into Life's deep stream! All forms of sorrow and delight, I heard the sounds of sorrow and deligh The manifold, soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Nig From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose; The fountain of perpetual peace flows there,- O holy Night! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before! Thou lay Peace! P The welcome |