Past the Dull Roofs -- The Sky
Low roofs and sordid,
And the same poor street
Climbing still
The well-known, weary hill !
But oh, the radiant gray,
The lovely, indescribable flush of day
Where hill and morning meet!
And the same poor street
Climbing still
The well-known, weary hill !
But oh, the radiant gray,
The lovely, indescribable flush of day
Where hill and morning meet!
The same little beauty,
And Labor trudging by, And the vain
Truckle to common gain :
But hour by hour,
Lovely with light — like a forgotten dower,
Past the dull roofs — the sky!
And Labor trudging by, And the vain
Truckle to common gain :
But hour by hour,
Lovely with light — like a forgotten dower,
Past the dull roofs — the sky!
Color of hope,
Color of June and the rose,
Cool with the dew
Or great with storm — spread new
Hourly with promises
Of good days coming, — for the lonely heart it is
The unfailing book of joy that never shall close.
Color of June and the rose,
Cool with the dew
Or great with storm — spread new
Hourly with promises
Of good days coming, — for the lonely heart it is
The unfailing book of joy that never shall close.