THE DAYS OF MY LIFE.
The days of my life! They flow on like a dream,
And I'm nearing the waves of the dim silent stream,
Adrift in the darkness—yet fear I no ill,
For Goodness and Mercy shall follow me still.
The bright days of Springtime, the sunshine and flowers!
No thought then of shadow, of storm-cloud or showers,
Long, long have they left me—yet fear I no ill,
For Goodness and Mercy have followed me still.
There were dull days in Summer when sullen and gray
The thunder clouds broke on the upland way.
Though idols were shattered—yet fear I no ill,
For Goodness and Mercy have followed me still.
There were fair days in Autumn, when troubles took rest
When harvests were garnered, and trials were blest,
They have gone like the shadows—yet fear I no ill,
For Goodness and Mercy have followed me still.
The dark days of Winter! The storm and the rain,
The joys that have vanished, the hopes that were vain;
Their shadow remaineth—yet fear I no ill,
For Goodness and Mercy have followed me still.
So the days of my life shall flow on like a dream
Till the Light glimmers far on the dark silent stream,
Though dimly I see it—yet fear I no ill,
For Goodness and Mercy will follow me still.