The time will come When, though the hottest fire on earth should leap To warm the currents through thy veins that creep. No August flame or mild September glow Thy wintry heart and ice-bound blood shall know. Hast thou the fire of love, devotion's heat. An eager, flaming soul wherewith to meet That chilling time? The time will come When, though the sweetest bells on earth should ring, The noblest organ peal aiid chorus sing, Men shout thy praise and love's wild pleading call, Thou Shalt be deaf and distant from It all. What hymn hast thou In store, what words of cheer. What spirit voices for thy spirit ear In that stin time? The time will come When, though the landscape roll its beauty far. Though fair the skies and woods and rivers are. Though dearest loving faces look on thee. No gleam of all shall thy strained vision see. Hast thou prepared some prospect of delight. Some opening vistas for thy trembling aigfat In that dark time? Ah, if that time Follow a lifetime filled with work and love. Then, while the old world dies, the heavens above Shall burst to warmth and fragrance, sight and sound. While glad remembered faces flock around. And strength comes back and more, and joy far more. Skill, beauty, music, o'er and o'er and o'er. Through endless time | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARIANNA ALCOFORANDO by SARA TEASDALE IN HOSPITAL: 10. STAFF NURSE: NEW STYLE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE COUNTY OF MAYO by THOMAS LAVELLE NOCTURNE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 70, 71. MUKADDIM, MUWAKHIR by EDWIN ARNOLD ETERNITY by GRACE GRISWOLD BISBY TO HIS WIFE WITH A KNIFE ON THE 14TH ANNIVERSARY OF HER WEDDING DAY by SAMUEL BISHOP HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 43 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |