Reverie – May 24, 1916


When eyes grow dim and cheeks are hollow.

And hair turns white as driven snow.

When youth has passed and we must follow.

The path of life weak aged and slow.

When Summers gone and loved ones vanished.

Passed to the goal that we’ll soon know.

Ambitions fled and fond hopes Banished.

All about us chill winds blow.

It is then we’ll need Thy pity Father.

More than we need aught else now.

Thy mercy mercy Father Father.

Attend us in that bitter hour.