Poetry of Kansas
 

They Are Paassing Away.

THEY are passing away, those fleeting
years
Like leaves on the river cast,
    They wait not for man, but onward they
flow;
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks,
months, they go
    Into the wonderful past.
 
They are gliding past like a weaver's thread,
    And straight as the lightning's pointed
gleam,
And soft as the gentle summer's breeze,
That lightly sways the forest trees,
    And daintly ripples the glassy stream.
 
They are gliding past, like the thistles down,
    And still as the midnight dream,
And pure as the lark, when she tunes her
throat
To sing in the woodland her sweetest note;
    Those fleeting years, so tender they seem.

Yes, they are passing, one by one,
    Down the steps of time so rare;
We stop and think of their noiseless tread,
Of the centuries past, and long since dead,
    That were beautiful and fair.
 
Our years are few, though to some are given
    Their three score years and ten;
But that is a short and toilsome stay,
    For the fallen sons of men.
So rapid they fly from mortals below,
As swift as an arrow from the archer's bow;
    Bear each one onward through bliss and

woe.
 
As our years are few and fleeting, too,
    Shall we pass them in idle strife ?
Shall we trample them under our busy feet__
Those beautiful years, so precious and
sweet__
    As we travel the pathway of life?
 
And while our years are lengthened out,
    Harsh words should not be heard;
But our life be a pattern of rare design.
Until we are called this clay to resign,
    We should speak no evil word.

__Anna A. Wright.

More Truth Than Poetry
Anna A. Wright
(Chicago: W. S. Battis & Co. 1884)
Pages 180-182

 
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