WHO GOETH HENCE by HELEN FRAZEE-BOWER

When death shall come to summon us at last,
Some will remember children and the sound
Of little footsteps hallowing the past,
As driven snowflakes hallow oft the ground.
Some will remember sunlight on a fence;
And some the breath of blossoms in the rain;
Some will glimpse stars. And all the going hence
Of these will be a wishing to remain.

But some will think of one who said, "And I,
If I be lifted up will draw to me
All men." And when these latter come to die,
With faces lifted to eternity
They shall go forth with calm, untroubled eyes,
Like children hasting to a glad surprise.

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