I Shall Not Pass This Way Again |
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Written by: Eva Rose York | |
I shall not pass this way again— | |
Although it bordered be with flowers, | |
Although I rest in fragrant bowers, | |
And hear the singing | |
Of song-birds winging | |
To highest heaven their gladsome flight; | |
Though moons are full and stars are bright, | |
And winds and waves are softly sighing, | |
While leafy trees make low replying; | |
Though voices clear in joyous strain | |
Repeat a jubilant refrain; | |
Though rising suns their radiance throw | |
On summer’s green and winter’s snow, | |
In such rare splendor that my heart | |
Would ache from scenes like these to part; | |
Though beauties heighten, | |
And life-lights brighten, | |
And joys proceed from every pain,— | |
I shall not pass this way again. | |
Then let me pluck the flowers that blow, | |
And let me listen as I go | |
To music rare | |
That fills the air; | |
And let hereafter | |
Songs and laughter | |
Fill every pause along the way; | |
And to my spirit let me say: | |
“O soul, be happy; soon ’tis trod, | |
The path made thus for thee by God. | |
Be happy, thou, and bless His name | |
By whom such marvellous beauty came.” | |
And let no chance by me be lost | |
To kindness show at any cost. | |
I shall not pass this way again. | |
Then let me now relieve some pain, | |
Remove some barrier from the road, | |
Or brighten someone’s heavy load; | |
A helping hand to this one lend, | |
Then turn some other to befriend. | |
O God, forgive | |
That I now live | |
As if I might, sometime, return | |
To bless the weary ones that yearn | |
For help and comfort every day,— | |
For there be such along the way. | |
O God, forgive that I have seen | |
The beauty only, have not been | |
Awake to sorrow such as this; | |
That I have drunk the cup of bliss | |
Remembering not that those there be | |
Who drink the dregs of misery. | |
I love the beauty of the scene, | |
Would roam again o’er fields so green; | |
But since I may not, let me spend | |
My strength for others to the end,— | |
For those who tread on rock and stone, | |
And bear their burdens all alone, | |
Who loiter not in leafy bowers, | |
Nor hear the birds nor pluck the flowers. | |
A larger kindness give to me, | |
A deeper love and sympathy; | |
Then, O, one day | |
May someone say— | |
Remembering a lessened pain— | |
“Would she could pass this way again.” | |
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On This Day In: | |
2021 | Momentary Offering |
Happy Noise | |
2020 | No Crumbs |
Too Many Detectives On This Case | |
A New Day Is Coming | |
2019 | Or In This Case – What’s Wrong |
2018 | Just Passing Through |
2017 | True Torture |
Happy Thanksgiving – 2017 !! | |
2016 | Overtaken |
2015 | Alone Praying |
2014 | A Full Man |
2013 | Off Defending The Universe |
Taking Precautions | |
2012 | Never, Never, Never |
2011 | Testing 1, 2, 3 |
Just Passing Through
November 23, 2018 by kmabarrett
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