Show Song There H a light In thy blue eyes Like an eternal morn A glorious freshness of the skies That dulls not nor is worn Though all earths flitting shadows try Its sunny immortality From thee I learn all gentleness From thee I learn all truth And from thy brimming hearts excess My spirit garners youth Gleaning In harvesthours like this Ripe winter stores of golden bliss O happy soul O happy heart O happy dreams of mine That thus can linger all apart Within so charmed a shrine While the old weary enrth turns round Will all Its strife of empty sound James Russel Lowell 1S41 |