AWAY in the dim and distant past That little valley lies, Where the clouds that dimmed life's morning hours Were tinged with hope's sweet dyes. That peaceful spot from which I looked To the future -- unaware That the heat and burden of the day Were meant for me to bear. Alas, alas! I have borne the heat, To the burden learned to bow; For I stand on the top of the hill of life, And I see the sunset now! I stand on the top, but I look not back To the way behind me spread; Not to the path my feet have trod, But the path they still must tread. And straight and plain before my gaze The certain future lies; But my sun grows larger all the while As he travels down the skies. Yea, the sun of my hope grows large and grand; For, with my childish years, I have left the mist that dimmed my sight, I have left my doubts and fears. And I have gained in hope and trust, Till the future looks so bright, That, letting go of the hand of Faith, I walk, at times, by sight. For we only feel that faith is life, And death is the fear of death, When we suffer up to the solemn heights Of a true and living faith. When we do not say, the dead shall rise At the resurrection's call; But when we trust in the Lord, and know That we cannot die at all! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GROVES OF BLARNEY by RICHARD ALFRED MILLIKIN PARTED FRIENDS by JAMES MONTGOMERY HE MOURNS FOR THE CHANGE THAT HAS COME UPON HIM AND BELOVED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS COME HOME by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. THE SLUGGARD by JOSEPH BEAUMONT NEW YORK CITY by MAXWELL BODENHEIM D.O. BARNETT by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |