A murmur rises from a gathered throng The throng is wandering on, heavy and slow, Thus, as with measured strength the living tide scene. Onward, still on, they move;-the weary eye That check the lingering glory of the dawn. |
A murmur rises from a gathered throng The throng is wandering on, heavy and slow, Thus, as with measured strength the living tide scene. Onward, still on, they move;-the weary eye That check the lingering glory of the dawn. |