Bright and beautiful art thou,
Autumn flowers crown thy brow,
Golden-rod and Aster blue,
Night and a starless sky,
Ship on wild billows tost,
With tattered sails and opening seams,
And deck bestrewn with falling beams,
All hail! thou gorgeous sunset,
With thy gold and purple clouds,
Tinting the vast horizon,
Like shadowy, fleecy shrouds.
'Cast down your bucket where you are,'
From burning sands or Polar star
From where the iceberg rears its head
'Twas a cloudless morn and the sun shone bright,
And dewdrops sparkled clear;
And the hills and the vales of this Western land
Sleep, love sleep,
The night winds sigh,
In soft lullaby.
The Lark is at rest
Hail Flag of the Union! Hail Flag of the free!
That floateth so proudly o'er land and o'er sea
Thy Stars and thy Stripes, in grandeur doth wave
Columbia, all hail!
May thy banner ne'er be furled
Till Liberty, with her beauteous rays,
Enlighten all the world.
Just look, 'tis a quarter past six, love-
And not even the fires are caught;
Well, you know I must be at the office-
Come and listen to the chiming
Of St. Michael's merry bells,
When the joyous Christmas morning,
All of Bethlehem's story tells.