FOR thee Time weaves her silver thread Between the living and the dead. The tide of years runs smooth and still Through the sweet valley of God's will. The banks are scented far above With the white lilies of His love. And, through the wind's triumphant song, He bids thy passing soul be strong. I would not mar the perfect grace That God hath shed upon thy face With one sad word of song or prayer,— But leave thee, as He made thee, fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEACE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUNSET by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN A SWEDISH GRAVEYARD by EMMA LAZARUS THE MAN WITH THE HOE OUTWITTED by EDWIN MARKHAM THE BURIAL OF BOSTON CORBETT (ONE WARDEN TO ANOTHER) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |