Show 1 By the Light of the Years T HA HAVE VB learned these things by the light of the I I years I Like a child conning over his books That the darkness outside of my window at night Is never as dark as it looks And if I but run mn out and search I can an find Some little light Steady and kind J JI a I have learned that Hope is the white feathered bird j That sings all day on its ne nef neSt f That Fear is the crouching beast that comes To tear the bird from its net nest p I have bave learned to close the door on Fear Pear 1 After many and many a year I I have patiently learned that pain will cease I Though peace comes slowly and late And that there will drift down to sleepless eyes Lo Lost t sleep at last if I wait V i So why should I worry and fret and cry Knowing these things pass by GRACE NOLL J r Ete i v. v i- i l il |