And our loved and lost ones linger by the waters cool and
clear,
Till forgotten all the bondage that enslaves life's purpose
here.
A YEAR'S REVIEW.
_______
Failure and only failure,
Each step of the crooked way,
And the wrecks__ I dare not count them__
On the shore of every day,
Though the mist seemed, shaped as goblins,
In the moon's uncanny light,
As I glance with a touch of heart ache,
O'er the backward paths to-night,
Failure and only failure,
Over and over again__
With my high resolves dismembered,
And lost on the reckless main.
And the words I should have spoken,
And the deeds I should have done,
Confront me at every gateway,
In the new paths just begun.
I have said that my fields should blossom__
The fields I had thickly sown
With seeds of a noble promise;
But a Wind, from some cloud outblown,
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