AS we journey along, with a laugh and a song, We see, on youth's flower-decked slope, Like a beacon of light, shining fair on the sight, The beautiful Station of Hope. But the wheels of old Time roll along as we climb, And our youth speeds away on the years; And with hearts that arc numb with life's sorrows we come To the mist-covered Station of Tears. Still onward we pass, where the milestones, alas! Are the tombs of our dead, to the West, Where glitters and gleams, in the dying sunbeams, The sweet, silent Station of Rest. All rest is but change, and no grave can estrange The soul from its Parent above; And, scorning the rod, it soars back to its God, To the limitless City of Love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN DE CO'N PONE'S HOT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR EXTRACTS FROM AN OPERA: 2. DAISY'S SONG by JOHN KEATS THE LAND O' THE LEAL by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE TO MY MOTHER by EDGAR ALLAN POE THESE ENDURE by MARION H. ADDINGTON CROMEK SPEAKS by WILLIAM BLAKE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 34. REMINDING HER OF A PROMISE (2) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 21 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |