Poems (Chitwood)/Life's Harp

by Mary Louisa Chitwood

LIFE'S HARP.

Life's harp is in full tune this morn,
 As tho' twere touched with angel wings;
For oh! such glorious music floats
 Along its golden strings.

It does not sing an olden strain,
 To taunt me with the shadowy past;
It does not lead me back again
 To hours that could not last.

It tells me of a present joy,
 A joy till now unfelt, unknown—
Life's harp is in full tune this morn,
 Celestial every tone.

It can not evermore be so,
 Or life were hemmed with angel wings;
The dusts of change must fall, I know,
 And molder on its strings.

And note by note will pass away,
 And thrill, and break, and thrill again;
Then shall the tune I try to play
 Be but a shattered strain.

And yet, methinks, the strain were sweet,
 For thought would gently lead me on,
And memory make the tune complete
 Of life's delicious dawn.