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Show The Road to Yesterday. Close by the path of every day s The winding roadway, lies; We breathe the incense of the dawn Beneath the solemn skies. And lo, cloud curtains lift and bring Old scenes before our eyes! A sound of bell on summer eve, j A breath of violet's bloom, When touch of little clinging hand Comes with the faint perfume And then the Road of Yesterday Breaks shining through the gloom! We catch a glimpse of snowy peaks Above a shadowed vale; Or down some mountain's sloping side There bloom the wild flowers pale; Or on the far horizon falls A light on sinking sail. Along the Road to Yesterday Lie palaces of light . And windy caves in barren lands Whereof no man has sight. And strange moons round a stranger earth Draw wild tides in the night! The road leads over sunken seas And stretch of desert sands; The stars of long past ages shine O'er wondrous twilight lands; And there are long-forgotten friends Who once have clasped our hands! M. E. Buhler in New York Sun. |