Poems (Geisse)/The Days Pass On

by Mary A. Geisse

THE DAYS PASS ON.

Morn follows night,
 Night follows morn,
In endless round
 The days pass on.

The days pass on,
 A silent train,
The days of sunshine
 And of rain.

They tarry not
 Whatever they bring,
The deepest joy,
 The sharpest sting.

The days pass on,
 O solemn thought,
Whatever wrong
 We may have wrought.

The days pass on,
 They do not wait,
E'en though they seal
 A nation's fate.