| When the autumn leaves are falling,
And the roses droop and die, When we sit around our hearthstones In the winters bye-and-bye, When the hoar of age is on us, And our beauty is all gone, We'll recount the idle moments Which so needlessly have flown. Do we dread the solemn moments Of the final hours we spend, When we for a short time linger To await the awful end? Ah! let us rather welcome on The mature days of life; And muse with wisdom all supreme That we gathered through the strife. Let us wait our dissolution, When uncumbered by the clay; We can mount unbound to heaven In the bright eternal day,- There to drink eternal blessings From the fount of wisdom's stream; There to know the highest glory, There to end our highest dream. Few then be our idle moments, That remorse may never come; Let us busy in the highway That will lead us surely home. __James A. DeMoss |
Kansas Zephyrs
James A. DeMoss
(Thayer, Kansas: ___. 1892)
Pages 93-94
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