Artist: William Wilfred Campbell
Lyrics of Artist: William Wilfred Campbell
Lyrics of Artist: William Wilfred Campbell
[Lyric] Night (William Wilfred Campbell)
Home of the pure in heart and tranquil mind, Temple of love's white silence, holy Night; Greater than splendid thought or iron might, Thy lofty peace unswept by any wind Of human sorrow, leaves all care behind. Uplifted to the zenith of thy height, My world-worn spirit drinks thy calm delight, And, chrysalis-like, lets slip its earthly rind. The...Learn MoremiscWilliam Wilfred Campbell[Lyric] Not unto endless dark... (William Wilfred Campbell)
Not unto endless dark do we go down, Though all the wisdom of wide earth said yea, Yet my fond heart would throb eternal nay. Night, prophet of morning, wears her starry crown, And jewels with hope her murkiest shades that frown. Death's doubt is kernelled in each prayer we pray. Eternity but night in some vast day Of God's far-off red flame of...Learn MoremiscWilliam Wilfred Campbell[Lyric] Spring (William Wilfred Campbell)
There dwells a spirit in the budding year-- As motherhood doth beautify the face-- That even lends these barren glebes a grace, And fills grey hours with beauty that were drear And bleak when the loud, storming March was here: A glamour that the thrilled heart dimly traces In swelling boughs and soft, wet, windy spaces, And sunlands where the...Learn MoremiscWilliam Wilfred Campbell[Lyric] The Winds Royalty (William Wilfred Campbell)
This summer day is all one palace rare, Builded by architects of life unseen, In elfin hours the sun and moon between, Up out of quarries of the sea and air, And earth's fine essences. Aladdin's were But tinsel sheen beside this gloried dream, High, sunny-windowed, walled by wood and stream, And high, dome-roofed, blue-burnished, beyond...Learn MoremiscWilliam Wilfred Campbell[Lyric] Winter (William Wilfred Campbell)
Already Winter in his sombre round, Before his time, hath touched these hills austere With lonely flame. Last night, without a sound, The ghostly frost walked out by wood and mere. And now the sumach curls his frond of fire, The aspen-tree reluctant drops his gold, And down the gullies the North's wild vibrant lyre Rouses the bitter armies of the...Learn MoremiscWilliam Wilfred Campbell[Lyric] Foundations (William Wilfred Campbell)
We are what nature made us; soon or late, Life's art that fadeth passeth slow away, With iron eatings of our sordid day, Leaving behind those influences, innate, Immutable, divine. As round some great, Rude, craggy isle, the loud surf's ravening fray Shatters all life in spume of thundered spray, Leaving huge cliffs, scarred, grim, in naked...Learn MoremiscWilliam Wilfred Campbell