|LIFE is a drama, and the world about
Contributes to the glory of its scenes.
Oh, glorious life indeed is that of man!
Each day presents to view some happy scene,
Worthy the highest praise.
Or else perhaps a troubled sea may rage,
Terror may swell the ocean of our way;
Horror may seize upon ourselves and rob
Us momentarily of our brightest ray
Of happiness and pride.
Perchance within a single scene of all
The stages, or the various parts we play,
Some terrible or e'en unholy act
Be done, while impure things we say
Beneath strong passion's power.
Yet in the main each scene throughout the play
Is filled with sunshine and the finest showers;
Each act as but the planting of some grain
To quicken and burst forth with blooming flowers,
And ripest fruits of love.
Fruit born to bless our patient toil and care,
The rich reward to bless the laborer's brow,
To prosper here with all and give us hope
To live, to do, and all our race endow
With blessings that we've been.
__James A. DeMoss
James A. DeMoss
(Thayer, Kansas: ___. 1892)