Thursday, May 17, 2007
How sweet is mem'ries of the past
When we were young and spry,
When every day seemed just the same,
And worries passed us by.
How sweet the sunlight and the air
After the summer's rain,
Likewise ourselves finds sweet relief
In pleasure after pain.
How sweet is sleep when weary limbs,
And brain relax in rest,
Some from their daily strenuous toil,
And some from care and stress.
How sweet to have a home and hearth
'Though poor our lot may be,
And strength to do our daily task,
Dwelling in harmony.
How sweet to have a stedfast faith
In a better world to come,
And daily press towards the goal
Until our course is run.
How sweet when we are growing old,
'Though our mem'ries not the best,
To have a sane and quiet mind,
And later, peaceful rest.