Quotes from Harvest-Tide — Lewis Morris
1833–1907 Wales
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The passionate love of Right, the burning hate of Wrong.
Harvest-Tide (1901)
The wind that sighs before the dawn
Chases the gloom of night,
The curtains of the East are drawn,
And suddenly—'tis light.
Harvest-Tide (1901)
The love of the Right, tho' cast down, the hate of victorious Ill,
All are sparks from the central fire of a boundless beneficent will.
Harvest-Tide (1901)
Sound, jocund strains; on pipe and viol sound,
Young voices sing;
Wreathe every door with snow-white garlands round,
For lo! 'tis Spring!
Winter has passed with its sad funeral train,
And hope revives again.
Harvest-Tide (1901)