Back through the years, still unresigned, We seek for joys long left behind Unwittingly; we cry aloud And call the one lost in the crowd Back where the happy pathways wind. We look in olden nooks entwined By autumn's fading vines to find A loved one's face—we see a shroud, Back through the years. Pursuing Life's unending grind, We 've worked, we 've wept, we 've loved, we 've dined; We 've fought, and many times been cowed; We 've broken half the oaths we vowed— Yet still we search with eager mind Back through the years. |