Henry Van Dyke

There are songs for the morning and songs for the night,
For sunrise and sunset, the stars and the moon;
But who will give praise to the fulness of light,
And sing us a song of the glory of noon

Oh, why are you shining so bright, big Sun,
And why is the garden so gay
Do you know that my days of delight are done,
Do you know I am going away

Home, for my heart still calls me; Home, through the danger zone;
Home, whatever befalls me, I will sail again to my own
Wolves of the sea are hiding Closely along the way,
Under the water biding Their moment to rend and slay...

Hours fly,  Flowers die:
New days,  New ways:
Pass by
Love stays

Let me but live my life from year to year, With forward face and unreluctant soul; Not hurrying to, nor turning from the goal;
Not mourning for the things that
In the dim past, nor holding back in fear From what the future veils; but wit...

To the music of Beethoven's ninth symphony Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, God of glory,
Lord of love; Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, Praising Thee their sun above
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness; Drive the dark of doubt away;...

A soft veil dims the tender skies,
And half conceals from pensive eyes The bronzing tokens of the fall;
A calmness broods upon the hills,
And summer's parting dream distills A charm of silence over all