On flowers, before, and mist, and love they ran
With Persian Saadi in his Gulistan:
But O that light!
On flowers, before, and mist, and love they ran
With Persian Saadi in his Gulistan:
But O that light!
But my heart it is brighter
Than all of the many
Stars in the sky,
For it sparkles with Annie-
It glows with the light
Of the love of my Annie-
With the thought of the light
Of the eyes of my Annie.
In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him with a ray Turned back upon the past That holy dream- that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding. What though that light, thro' storm and night, So trembled from afar- What could there be more purely bright In Truth's day-star.
We now demand the light artillery of the intellect we need the curt, the condensed, the pointed, the readily diffused -- in place of the verbose, the detailed, the voluminous, the inaccessible.
Their office is to illumine and enkindle-
My duty, to be saved by their bright light,
And purified in their electric fire,
And sanctified in their elysian fire.
And dimmer nothings which were real-
(Shadows- and a more shadowy light!
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories