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REVERIE, by                    
First Line: The landscape gleams in the soft moonlight
Last Line: Are with us still at eventide.
Subject(s): Love; Marriage; Memory; Silence; Thought; Weddings; Husbands; Wives; Thinking


The landscape gleams in the soft moonlight,
And the scent of flowers is in the night,
While their sweet fragrance brings to me
The scent of the flowers that used to be
When love was young and hearts were gay,
In the spring of life, when the month was May.

'Tis the same old moon that then I knew,
And it shines the same as it used to do;
Still my heart is sad and my thoughts take flight,
And I fain would be alone tonight;
'Tis the sadness that comes with the passing years—
Sweet, and holy, and sacred with tears.

Still the sweet perfume my senses sway,
From the flowers that bloom just for today;
The sky, the stars, the grass, the trees,
The gentle touch of the summer breeze—
The world is the same, I know, I know,
'Tis the actors change but not the show.

From out of the past there comes to me
Sweet visions that live in memory—
A mother who taught me how to pray
As with tender love she showed the way;
And now as I think in the silent night,
My eyes are turned toward Heaven's light.

To my mind come adolescent hours
When the world was filled with song and flowers,
When hopes were high and life was love,
And the limit was only the sky above;
Youths and maidens without a care,
Whilst joy and beauty were everywhere.

To one of those maidens the God above
Sent down His messenger of love;
'Twas Heaven that gave that maid to me
For time and for eternity.
In the old stone church we two were wed,
In its sacred chancel our vows were said.

God's blessing was with us kneeling there,
And since has followed us everywhere;
Forty years since that wedding night,
Still fires on the hearth are burning bright;
Children and grandchildren came to bless,
While the years have dealt with a soft caress.

Forty years the God of Love
Hath blessed that union from above;
With passing years love grows not old,
God's loving care doth still enfold;
While loved ones on the other side
Are with us still at eventide.





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