Poems (Hoffman)/The Joy of Living
THE JOY OF LIVING.
O life, more precious than before,Because my feet have neared thine end;Bright sunshine, flowers and face of friend,I prize you more, I love you more!
The balmy ecstasy of morn,The joy of all things seeming new;Once more to go forth 'neath the blue,And to be glad that I was born.
O life, sweet endless life, when IHave one glimpse of all thou art,Will joy erase from mind and heartThis shadowy earth, this faded sky!
If I miss not one cherished face,As I have prayed with heart and breath;I shall forget life's suffering—death,Remembering this our meeting place.