To Thereandon

Softly I fall Under the spell of Spring My lips recall My tasting of the morn Each day I work Recalling what could really be too far to reach In time to see the dawn My back is warm E’er I could feel a soaking rain, and as bees swarm Neath brighter longer days do yet I see The way that time sneaks quietly by How could I know life ties itself to thee I rest my back against a young and helpful tree Victor of wars I hardly knew I waged I roll the dice of Lady Fate and dream of what could be Not knowing where this road is going to end God knows I pray to gain the sight and rise again begun So must we all travail Each day is new As rises yet the life persuasive sea So goes the time in rhythm with the tides Yet swiftly too