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Life's Gifts. When I grow gray and men shall say to me. "What was the worth of living truly told? Lo! thou hast lived thyJife out; thou art old; Thou hast gathered fruit from many a green-leaved tree. And kissed love's lips by many a summer sum-mer sea. And twined soft hands in locks of shining shin-ing gold. But all thy days are dead days now, behold! Life passes onward what is life to thee?" Then will I answer, as thy gracious eyes, Love, gleam upon me from dim far off skies, "Life had its endless, deathless charm and still That charm weaves rapture round me at my will. . Life has its glory for I have seen Three: And roses, and June sunsets and the sea." George Barlow. |
