Poems (Geisse)/The Days Pass On
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.