Friday, September 8, 2017


by an unknown English poet

The graves grow thicker, and life's ways more bare,
As years on years go by:
Nay, thou hast more green gardens in thy care.
And more stars in thy sky!

Behind, hopes turned to grief, and joy to memories.
Are fading out of sight ;
Before, pains changed to peace, and dreams to cer-
Are glowing in God's light.

Hither come backslidings, defeats, distresses,
Vexing this mortal strife ;
Thither go progress, victories, successes,
Crowning immortal life.

Few jubilees, few gladsome, festive hours,
Form landmarks for my way ;
But heaven and earth, and saints and friends and
Are keeping Easter Day!

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