|Life to me is as the waters
From the mountain leaping down,
Through the meadows and the rivers,
To the ocean onward bound.
So my life from youth's glad hill-top,
Draining through a channeled world,
Onward bounding, smoothly streaming,
Cradle in the grave is hurled.
When absorbed within the bosom
Of old ocean's peaceful rest,
Lost I then shall be forever,
In divinity at rest.
__James A. DeMoss
James A. DeMoss
(Thayer, Kansas: ___. 1892)