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Thoughts and tears as I turn away, Tears for a long ago: She looks out on a summer day, I on a night of snow. But I see some ferns and a rushing rill And my love that promised me, And a day we spent on God’s great hill On the other side of the sea, My heart, On the other side of the sea. Ay! the hill was green and the sky was blue, And the path was dappled fair, But a light from loving eyes shone through Beyond the sunlight there. And I gave my life—and who’s to blame?— As over the hill went we: But the sky and the hill and the way we came Are the other side of the sea, Sad heart, Are the other side of the sea.... ’Mid trees and grass and a tangled wall We wandered merrily down, Through the homeless boughs and the forest fall Of the dead leaves thick and brown. But faith is broken and life is pain And oh! it can never be That I gather those golden hours again On the other side of the sea, Poor heart, On the other side of the sea. Though the sea is wild and the sea is dark, It will sink and slip away At the bounding scorn of my speeding bark To the land of that dear day; But never the Love of my soul be seen, The light of that day to me, For I know there is lying our hearts between A wilder and darker sea, O God! The depth of a bitterer sea.
Thoughts and tears as I turn away, Tears for a long ago: She looks out on a summer day, I on a night of snow. But I see some ferns and a rushing rill And my love that promised me, And a day we spent on God’s great hill On the other side of the sea, My heart, On the other side of the sea. Ay! the hill was green and the sky was blue, And the path was dappled fair, But a light from loving eyes shone through Beyond the sunlight there. And I gave my life—and who’s to blame?— As over the hill went we: But the sky and the hill and the way we came Are the other side of the sea, Sad heart, Are the other side of the sea.... ’Mid trees and grass and a tangled wall We wandered merrily down, Through the homeless boughs and the forest fall Of the dead leaves thick and brown. But faith is broken and life is pain And oh! it can never be That I gather those golden hours again On the other side of the sea, Poor heart, On the other side of the sea. Though the sea is wild and the sea is dark, It will sink and slip away At the bounding scorn of my speeding bark To the land of that dear day; But never the Love of my soul be seen, The light of that day to me, For I know there is lying our hearts between A wilder and darker sea, O God! The depth of a bitterer sea.
In print by 1921 AD · modern
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- Richard Hodgson (identity unresolved)
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- In print by 1921 AD · modern
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Page 288 · printed citation: Richard Hodgson. · compiler notes excluded
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