Page 103 Transcribed

Page 103 Transcribed

1. Scenes that are brightest, May charm for awhile.
Hearts that are lightest, And eyes that smile.
Yet o'er them above us, Though nature beam,
With none to love us, How sad they seem!
With none to love us, How sad they seem!

2. Words cannot scatter, The thoughts we fear;
For though they flatter, They mock the ear,
Hopes will still deceive us With tearful cost,
And when they leave us The heart is lost.
And when they leave us The heart is lost.


Our lives are songs. God writes the words,
And we set them to music at pleasure;
And the song grows glad, or sweet, or sad,
As we choose to fashion the measure.
We must write the music, whatever the song,
Whatever its rhyme, or metre;
And if it is sad, we can make it glad,
Or if sweet, we can make it sweeter.