|NEGOTIATE the Past? We never can.
The Past was here, but suddenly it swept
Away into oblivion. We wept
When opportunity had gone and ran
Our yearning hearts in vain attempt to stay
The rushing avalanche of hope and time,
Whose hours our souls would ever here combine
And hold the Past in one eternal day.
'Tis gone! The brightest day has passed from earth,
Nor can we traffic with its burdened cares;
Its sorrows, hopes and joys and pains alike
Are silent now, sealed with its smiles and tears;
Bearing from us___to own we much dislike___
Much, much of us, of little worth.
__James A. DeMoss
James A. DeMoss
(Thayer, Kansas: ___. 1892)