MEMORIES OF BYGONE DAYS
WHERE IN PLEASANT MEADOWS
OFT MY SOUL WOULD COMFORT TAKE
COOLING IN THE SHADOWS
CONTEMPLATING NATURE
WITH ALL HER WONDERFUL WILES
THAT ENCHANT US,
PROVOKE MY HEART TO TEARS AND SMILES.
"CEASE FRIENDS FOR A LITTLE SPACE
YOUR SELFISH SCORN OF GOD'S GRACE,
EMBRACE THIS VERSE WITH YOUR HEART:
REST AWHILE FROM THE PAIN OF DEATH; COME LOVE TOWARD"
FLEETING DREAMS MY MIND RECALLS,
HOW I WAS WONT TO DREAM:
LOVE AND STOLEN KISSES
BY ARDOUR'S CRYSTAL STREAM
WHERE PORPOISES FROLIC
AND FLYINGFISH SPEED ON BY:
SHORTSHARED MOMENTS
OF ETERNITY FROM ON HIGH.
"CEASE FRIENDS FOR A LITTLE SPACE
YOUR SELFISH SCORN OF GOD'S GRACE,
EMBRACE THIS VERSE WITH YOUR HEART:
REST AWHILE FROM THE PAIN OF DEATH; COME LOVE TOWARD"
HOW LOVELY WERE THE SLUMBERS:
FLOATING WISHFUL BUBBLES
OF SOME FUTURE PROMISE SEEN;
NEARSIGHT VISION DOUBLES,
EXPECTANCY SUPREEME
THAT WITH THE MORNING VANISHED
INTO THIN AIR
LIKE YOUTH OLD AGE BANISHED…
"CEASE FRIENDS FOR A LITTLE SPACE
YOUR SELFISH SCORN OF GOD'S GRACE,
EMBRACE THIS VERSE WITH YOUR HEART:
REST AWHILE FROM THE PAIN OF DEATH; COME LOVE TOWARD"
WHAT IS LEFT AFTER OUR BIRTH
PERPETUAL MOTION
ENGAGES IN REALMS OF TIME
SAILING HEARTBREAK'S OCEAN
TO DISTANT SHORES OF HOPE?
OH! SHOULD SOULS IN NITRE LAVE,
LIFE, EVEN SO,
GRAVITY PULLS INTO THE GRAVE…
"CEASE FRIENDS FOR A LITTLE SPACE
YOUR SELFISH SCORN OF GOD'S GRACE,
EMBRACE THIS VERSE WITH YOUR HEART:
REST WITH JESUS FROM THE PAIN OF DEATH; COME LOVE TOWARD"