The pure, the beautiful, the bright, That stirred our hearts in youth, The impulse to a wordless prayer, The dreams of love and truth, The longings after something lost, The spirit’s yearning cry, The strivings after better hopes,— These things can never die.
Poem: Things that never die, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
I send thee pansies while the year is young, Yellow as sunshine, purple as the night; Flowers of remembrance, ever fondly sung By all the chiefest of the Sons of Light.
And a proverb haunts my mind As a spell is cast, "The mill cannot grind With the water that is past."
Poem: Lesson of the Water-Mill.
But the waiting time, my brothers, Is the hardest time of all.