Lest thou forget in the years between The beautiful things thine eyes have seen: The light of the sun and the silver sheen Of cobwebs over a field of green . . . The birth of love on a destined day When blossomed the first sweet flowers of May And sunlight flooded the wistful way; The vows we took and the prayers we said When the urge of love to the altars led And the mystical marriage rites were read; The sacrament scenes of death and birth; The tragedies testing human worth''" These are the timeless things of earth! Reverence, worship, and love and prayer, Kneeling alone at the altar stair, Hearing the Infinite whisper there. |