Thou wilt interpret life to me, and men, 
art, nature, [yea]1 my own soul's mysteries;
bringing truth out, clear joyous to my ken,
Fair as the morn trampling the dull night.
Then the lone hillside shall hear exultant cries;
The joyous see me joy, the weeping weep;
The watching smile, as Death breathes on me his cold sleep.

About the headline (FAQ)

View original text (without footnotes)
¹ omitted by Taylor.

Text Authorship:

• by George MacDonald (1824 - 1905), no title, appears in A Book of Strife in the Form of The Diary of an Old Soul, Entry for February 8, first published 1880 [author's text checked 1 time 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):

[ None yet in the database ]

The text above (or a part of it) is used in the following settings:

• by M. Ryan Taylor (b. 1972), "Come to me, Lord", 2003 [ voice and piano ], from Leafs from the Diary of an Old Soul, no. 2
  • View the full text. [sung text not yet checked]
    

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2008-03-17
Line count: 7
Word count: 59