"As those who rest from toil we end our years, Reluctantly,—content. The evening hours Are filled with satisfying joys, as flowers Still hold at night the noonday's gold. Our tears Are tears that cleanse," thus speaks, unbowed by fear The Second One. "We lose ere it is ours To find. Through weakest flesh God full empowers The spirit strong to stand. Death more endears The good of yesterdays. In ashes lies The house our hands had built so hopefully, And from its ruins, in stately splendor rise New mansions for the soul. Unbound and free We go to meet the dawn. Years end, Time dies, Light breaks, God lives! Love reigns eternally." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLAME LIGHTS UP by DAVID IGNATOW POSTHUMOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GIANT RED WOMAN by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CONVENT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IMPRESSIONS OF FRANCOIS-MARIE AROUET (DE VOLTAIRE) by EZRA POUND |