by Charles Hanson Towne (1877 - 1949)
Yet the days pass
Language: English
Yet the days pass like frightened ghosts. We too Pass in a twinkling through this world of glory. Beauty remains; but we are transitory. Ten thousand years from now will fall the dew, And high in heaven still hang that arch of blue; The rose will still repeat its perfect story, And after generations dim and hoary, The world will be a garden, clean and new. Do we come back to haunt the best-loved places? Are we the wind that murmurs in the pines? Or does a Power that to the dust consigns Our bodies, give us back fresh forms and faces, And bid us be like actors with new lines, To ponder on earth's beauty and earth's graces?
Authorship:
- by Charles Hanson Towne (1877 - 1949) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Arthur Walter Kramer (1890 - 1969), "Yet the days pass", 1924, published 1924 [medium voice and piano], from Beauty of Earth, no. 2, New York: J. Fischer & Bro. [ sung text checked 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2019-04-26
Line count: 14
Word count: 119