Show THE SPRINGTIDE t HOPE I Whatever men may say 53 there Is la no end Only Onh a quiet sleep I I Through all aU the ages ases deep calls unto deep desi And e ever er cr s spending Earth has bas still sun to spend end I Why yesteryear the firstling died Tho The violets passed away aay Yet the sw sweet t essence spilt spill from flower tr and antl spray I Was lost not nor cast heedlessly aside I y tte flowers aro are drifting in tn tho the winds again I And fragrant p perfumes blow I Each springtide has bat this miracle to show hoJ I IA A richer beauty fashioned from tho the slain The sleepers know not rain nor not snow enow nor frost I wonder it if they keep Beneath the willow in their silent sleep A dear remembrance of or tho the springtide lost loat After the rain nn an early skylark sings Outside my curtained room So would I ho lie should sing about your tomb The radiant song thAt o er every brings Mall Mail Gazette |