I AM feeling my way into the heart of Life, And the way is long, and the years now left are few; And the sign-posts point to pain and doubt and strife, -- And dream, and dew. High to-day is low to-morrow, and dark Turns shining weather, the while I trudge along; Crash of elements stuns me, suddenly, hark, -- Sounds a song! Help me, comrade, even as I help you, Both of us faring on to the selfsame Fate; God be with us, ours be the dream and dew, -- Soon or late! |