Poems (Emma M. Ballard Bell)/The River of Memory
THE RIVER OF MEMORY.
There's a deep majestic river Winding through the vale of time,And its waves are ever speaking With an utterance sublime.
For within the dells and caverns That beneath its waters lie,Are the lost and buried treasures Left there when life's storms swept by.
Treasures that no more forever May our yearning spirits grasp;For the past hath borne them from us, Borne them from our earthly clasp.
Still, we ever must remember All the bright things that are fled,Which affection, could it clasp them, Glorious beams would round them shed.
So we stand beside this river, On its dim and shadowy shore,Where the flick' ring lights of memory Flash and gleam for evermore.