This page has been validated.
AFTER
AFTER the darkness, dawning,
And stir of the rested wing;
Fresh fragrance from the meadow,
Fresh hope in everything!
After the winter, springtime,
And dreams, that flower-like throng;
After the tempest, silence;
After the silence, song.
After the heat of anger,
Love that all life enwraps;
After the stress of battle,
The trumpet sounding "taps."
After despair and doubting,
A faith without alloy,
God here and over yonder,—
The end of all things—joy!
THE END
