Five Songs for Mezzo Soprano

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  The wind is chill in the street;
    As it sighs, the bare boughs fret;
    Grime of the mire and the wet
  Hinder the weary feet;
  But high in the purer air, --
    High as the heart's desire --
    In a passion of longing and fire
  A bird sings sweet and fair, --
While a sunbeam, cheery and strong,
Answers the joy of the song,
        And Spring is coming.

  Soul, thou art sore distrest!
    By grief and the shadow of death,
    By cold of the winter's breath,
  Still is thy pulse opprest!
  Lift up thine eyes to see,
    Lift up thine ears to hear, --
    For the spirit of life is near
  And its voice is calling to thee.
Over the graveyard sod
Shineth the smile of God,
        And Spring is coming.

Sunset and evening star,
    And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
    When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
    Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
    Turns again home!

Twilight and evening bell,
    And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
    When I embark;

For though from out our bourn of Time and Place
    The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
    When I have crost the bar.