Out of Doors - Nature Songs #219793

HE lights of the city gleam and glow II In the misty purple dusk, Bursting out of the grimy globes Like tropical fruits from the husk: A myriad sparkling orbs of light, Violet, golden, scarlet, white, Blazing up at the stars of night. But the light was not in the globes; Man's hand has led it there, His power, his thought, the wonder wrought, Captured and chained the flare; And the light obeys his will.