Eureka Reporter | 1904-08-12 | Page 5 | To Time

to time time who know st a lenient hand to lay softest on sorrow s wound and slow ly thence lulling to sad u the weary sense the faint pang lest unperceived away on thee I 1 rest my only hope at last and think when thou hast dried the bitter tear that flows in vain er all rny soul held dear I 1 may look back on every sorrow past and meet life s peaceful evening with a smile As some lone bird at day s departing hour sings in the sunbeam of the transient shower forgetful though its wings are wet the while yet ah how much must that poor heart endure which hopes from thee and thee alone a cure william lisle bowles