Wenn es kommt, es ist das Heute,
Und der liebe Gott zu sorgen.
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Gray clouds my heaven have covered o’er;
Ghastly and dry, my desert shoreParched, bare, unsightly things doth show.‘Tis thou, Lord, cloudest up my sky;Stillest the heart-throb of my sea;Tellest the sad wind not to sigh,Yea, life itself to wait for thee!Lord, here I am, empty enough!My music but a soundless moan!Blind hope, of all my household stuff,Leaves me, blind hope, not quite…
When thy heart, love-filled, grows graver,
Ask thy heart, nor show it favour,Is the gift or giver dearer?Love, love on; love higher, deeper;Let love’s ocean close above her;Only, love thou more love’s keeper,More, the love-creating lover.
What dost thou here, O soul,
Under the strange wild sky?0 stars, reach down your hands,And clasp me in your silver bands,I tremble with this mystery!-Flung hither by a chanceOf restless circumstance,Thou art but here, and wast not sent;Yet once more mayest thou drawBy thy own mystic lawTo the centre of thy wonderment.Why wilt thou stop and start?Draw nearer, oh my…
When the cock crows loud from the glen,
What hear ye and see ye then,Ye children of air and ether?1st Echo.A thunder as of waves at the rising of the moon,And a darkness on the graves though the day is at its noon.2nd Echo. A springing as of grass though the air is damp and chill,And a glimmer from the river that winds…
Had I a great ship coming home,
What bright things, hid from star and foam,Lay in her heart for thee!The stormy billows heave and dip,The wild winds veer and play;But, regnant all, God’s stately shipIs steering home this way!
There cam a man to oor toon-en’,
Snipie-nebbit, and crookit-mou’d,And gleyt o’ a blinterin ee.Muckle he spied, and muckle he spak,But the owercome o’ his sang,Whatever it said, was aye the same:-There’s nane o’ ye a’ but’s wrang!Ye’re a’ wrang, and a’ wrang,And a’thegither a’ wrang:There’s no a man aboot the toonBut’s a’thegither a’ wrang.That’s no the gait to fire the breid,Nor…