Show IP WE KiEV V If we knew the woe and hearUcho Waiting for us down the road V If our lips could taste tho wormwood If our backs could fool tho load Would we waste thoa day in wishing For fJima that neer can be Would we wait in such impatience For our ships to come from sea If we knew the baby fingers Paawed agfiast the window pane Would ba cold and stilt tomowow Never trouble us again Would the bright eyes of our darling catch the frown upon our brow Would tha print of rosy fingers Vex us then as they do now Ah these little icecold fingers How they point our memories back To the hasty words and and actions Strewn along our backward track How the little hands remind us As in snowy grace they lie Not to scatter thorns but roses For our reaping by and by Strange we never prize the music Till the sweetvoiced bird has flown Strange that we should slight the violets Till the lovely flowers are gone Strange that summer skies and sunshine Never seem onehalf near As when winters snowy pinions Shake their white down in the air Lips from which the seal of silence None but God can roll away Never blossomed in fuch beauty As adorns the mouth today And sweet words that freight our memory With their beautiful perfume Come to us in sweet accents Through the portals of the tomb Let us gather up the sunbeams Lying all around our path Let us keep the wheat and roses Casting out the thorns and chaff Let ua find our sweetest comfort In the blessings of today With a patient hand removing All the briars from our way |