In after years, when age has taught The heart to shield itself by thought, When life's highway seems more secure, And idle dreams cease to allure, Ah! then perchance the joy we sought Will come to us, in vestments wrought Of wisdom, patience, peace, and naught But blissfulness shall then endure, In after years. If friends depart; if hopes are brought To nothingness; if battles fought End in distress, and griefs immure The heart and will—then seek the cure That time may bring, nor fear you aught In after years. |