Text: | The stream of life is going dry |
Author: | Alice Cary |
1 The stream of life is going dry;
Thank God, that more and more
I see the golden sands, which I
Could never see before.
2 The banks are dark with graves of friends;
Thank God, for faith sublime
In the eternity that send
Its shadows into time.
3 The flowers are gone that with their glow
Of sunshine filled the grass;
Thank God, they were but dim and low
Reflections in a glass.
4 The autumn winds are blowing chill;
The summer warmth is done;
Thank God, the little dew-drop still
Is drawn into the sun.
5 Strange stream, to be exhaled so fast
In cloudy cares and tears;
Thank God, that it should shine at last,
Along the immortal years.
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First Line: | The stream of life is going dry |
Author: | Alice Cary |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Topic: | Time and Eternity; The Stream of Life |