11951. Tell Me, Ye Winged Winds

1 Tell me, ye wingèd winds, that round my pathway roar,
Do ye not know some spot where mortals weep no more?
Some lone and pleasant dell, some valley in the West,
Where, free from toil and pain, the weary soul may rest?
The loud wind dwindles to a whisper low,
And sighed for pity as it answered, "No."

2 Tell me, thou mighty deep, whose billows round me play,
Know’st thou some favored spot, some island far away,
Where weary man may find the bliss for which he sighs,
Where sorrow never lives, snd friendship never dies?
The loud waves rolling in perpetual flow,
Stopped for a while, and sighed to answer "No."

3 And thou, serenest moon, that with such holy face,
Dost look upon the earth asleep in night’s embrace;
Tell me, in all thy round, hast thou not seen some spot,
Where miserable man might find a happier lot?
Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe,
And a voice sweet, but sad, responded, "No."

4 Tell me, my sacred soul, oh! tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place trom sorrow, sin and death?
Is there no happy spot where mortals may be blest,
Where grief may find a balm, and weariness a rest?
Faith, Hope, and Love, best boons to mortal given,
Waved their bright wings, and whispered, "Yes, in Heav’n."

Text Information
First Line: Tell me, ye winged winds, that round my pathway roar
Title: Tell Me, Ye Winged Winds
Author: Charles Mackay (1841)
Language: English
Copyright: Public Domain
Tune Information
Composer: Felix Mendelssohn (1834, arr.)
Key: E♭ Major
Source: Arranged from Lieder ohne Worte, 1834
Copyright: Public Domain

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