We shall see the daylight breaking,
Watch the rosy dawn awaking;
We shall see the twilight fading—
Adown the path the elms are shading,
For the last, last time.
We shall see the blossoms swelling,
Watch the spring-bird build his dwelling,
See the dead leaves downward sailing,
While the Autumn winds are wailing,
For the last, last time.
We shall hear the song of pleasure,
Join the dance’s merry measure;
Shrink and dread the form of sorrow,
Which may meet us on the morrow,
For the last, last time.
We shall feel hates’ venomed dart
Aimed to pierce the inmost heart;
We shall know love’s sweet caressing,
Breathed from lips our own are pressing,
For the last, last time.
But in that land where we are going,
Where the skies are ever glowing;
In that fair and fadeless clime,
Never comes the last, last time.
(Alice Coale Simpers)
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