Samuel Laman Blanchard - Wishes of Youth lyrics

Gaily and greenly let my seasons run: And should the war-winds of the world uproot The sanctities of life, and its sweet fruit Cast forth as fuel for the fiery sun; The dews be turned to ice--fair days begun In peace wear out in pain, and sounds that suit Despair and discord keep Hope's harp-string mute; Still let me live as Love and Life were one: Still let me turn on earth a child-like gaze, And trust the whispered charities that bring Tidings of human truth; with inward praise Watch the weak motion of each common thing And find it glorious--still let me raise On wintry wrecks an altar to the Spring.