Yon vale among the mountains,
So sheltered from the sea,
That lake which lies so lonely,
Shall tell their tale to thee.
So sheltered from the sea,
That lake which lies so lonely,
Shall tell their tale to thee.
When sorrow round thy heart is stealing,
Deep pain that will not be gainsaid,
Seek not in haunts of men for healing,
But to the forest turn for aid.
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Ferdinand Graf zu Harrach's painting |
My longing is told to the wind;
Is it a thing in which one may joy,
That in this land we abide?
Fair beckons the strand of Keitahi,1
And the wave-beat of Tausisivatvaki1—
Who is there content to stay here?
O Holy Spirit, blessed Comforter,
Who hast revealed the Saviour to my heart,
Lead me again to him whom I adore,
And the assurance of his love impart.