Show NT written ritten for the american alac FANCIES NO 2 br ELIZA A Ms twilight there lingers a tone that blonds blends with the silence aroix around tid by all others unheard by all others unknown which itil impels me to think for my hearing bearing in alone its music so lately was found we are eb ildren than why should we seek these intricate lessons to solve like Liko children we reason like children we live speak we deem ourselves wise but our wisdom is weak these fancies to wholly resolve ah ab love what enchantments enchant ments are arc thine what charm from thy presence is is ca caught light coldwell Con come dwell in inthe soul its emotions refine let it lin linger liner 0 er always in the light of thy sh shrine ritie and I 1 it will grow in its beauty divine As the subtle transitions of thought 0 you oti ask me if ever before bithis voice to my spirit was known oh ali what it shall I 1 say why ady question me more F for or t hat which is hidden so deep in the lore ore of the alie dim and the mystic unknown ah love the ideal and now new 1 look down fi from orn the light of thy sphere thy mission what is 1 it if not to renew to uplift to refine and to guide tilde the soul through its ts orbit of waywardness here ah love the ideal and new look down to the earth while abile I 1 siny sing look down and the light of thy glo glory ry renew I 1 hear klicar that her eyes are arc too dim for the mu eclipsing the gold of thy wing iving tread softly she s shallow and cold S come near let me sing in thy light ali ah not to the miser his hh treasures of gold so dear as that ditl life e with its glory tin untold told whose spell is upon me tonight to night thack L fate fac n mut mot be seen een to think that a form must be nearl nor dig distance tance nor time are sufficient clent I 1 to linger the life of it a spirit between and the soul of its destiny here to think abata that a voice must be hoard heard to think thata that a clasp of the hand and the tender impulsions that cling to a yord word sho should uld be from the lips of another preferred to a tone by the god of our destiny heard F from ro m a soul in his mystery pa planned ann ei gome come poets and linger 0 among the soft of sound to think that a harp in its ito beauty is strung and to think the finest of poems are a sung u ug by a soul out to its loneliness bound I 1 Oh 01 sing ising fo for foe r the twilight is gone whee glories I 1 adly deplore behold oh mine eyes through the mist of a lawn an image whose fanciful shadows now on my iny vision na as never before 1 |