The Summer is waning to Autumn time
And Winter will soon be here,
Let us lay out our work in Love's design,
That golden deeds may our pathway line,
And leave in the past a jeweled mine;
Ere we welcome another year.
And Winter will soon be here,
Let us lay out our work in Love's design,
That golden deeds may our pathway line,
And leave in the past a jeweled mine;
Ere we welcome another year.
And then when we reach our journey's close,
The last look, backward cast,
Will rest on a scene of sweet repose
Where a peaceful river of good deeds flows;
And no cloud of darkness can interpose
To mar our beautiful past.
The last look, backward cast,
Will rest on a scene of sweet repose
Where a peaceful river of good deeds flows;
And no cloud of darkness can interpose
To mar our beautiful past.
HEARTACHE
Oh that I might forget,
That my heart so strangely sore
Might cover with flowers its grave of regret,
And remember it nevermore.
But the sunbeam brightens the snow-covered mound
And thaws not its icy heart,
While we know the dead lie underground,
Its mockery makes us start.
That my heart so strangely sore
Might cover with flowers its grave of regret,
And remember it nevermore.
But the sunbeam brightens the snow-covered mound
And thaws not its icy heart,
While we know the dead lie underground,
Its mockery makes us start.
I can smile for my heart is proud,
I can laugh though my blood runs cold
As the icy depths of the snowy shroud
Where glimmers the sunbeam's gold;
I can pray, thank God, I can pray
From the depths of my dark distress;
I can trust, 'till God's sunshine melts away,
The frozen anguish and bitterness.
I can laugh though my blood runs cold
As the icy depths of the snowy shroud
Where glimmers the sunbeam's gold;
I can pray, thank God, I can pray
From the depths of my dark distress;
I can trust, 'till God's sunshine melts away,
The frozen anguish and bitterness.
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