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!
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.
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 I
Have one glimpse of all thou art,
Will joy erase from mind and heart
This shadowy earth, this faded sky!
Have one glimpse of all thou art,
Will joy erase from mind and heart
This 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.
As I have prayed with heart and breath;
I shall forget life's suffering—death,
Remembering this our meeting place.