One By One

    One by one, ye are passing, beloved,
        Out of the shadow into the light.
                    One by one,
                Are your tasks all done.
        Ended the toil, and the swift race run.
                Child and maiden, mother and sire,
                    Sister and brother,
                Ye follow each other,
Out of the darkness where we stand weeping,
Weary and faint with our virgil-keeping,
Into die summer-land, peaceful and bright!

    One by one, ye are passing, beloved,
        Out of the darkness round us that lies -
                    One by one,
                Gliding on alone,
        Hearing nor heeding our plaint and moan.
                Friend and lover, the fondest, best,
                    Most tender and true,
                Ye pass from our view,
Out of the night that enfolds us ever,
Out of the mists where we moan and shiver;
Into the joy-light of sunniest skies!

    One by one, we are hasting, beloved,
        Out of the midnight into the day.
                    One by one,
                Are our tasks all done,
        And the race that is set us with swift feet run.
                Loved and parted ones, still our own,
                    Nearing you ever
                We press toward the river.
Over whose waters ye passed on before us,
Shortly to join in your rapturous chorus,
And swell the hosannas of Heaven for aye!

    One by one, ye are greeting, beloved,
        Those whom you left for a while in tears.
                    One by one
                Is the bright goal won
        By those ye lost sight of at set of sun.
                Child and maiden, mother and sire,
                    Sister and brother,
                Ye're greeting each other,
Up where the holy ones round you are singing,
Up where the new song of Heaven is ringing,
Never to part through eternity's years!

Pamela S. Vining (J. C. Yule)

Pamela S. Vining, also known by her pseudonym J. C. Yule, was an English poet whose work was recognized in the 19th century. Despite her significant contribution to English poetry, detailed information about her life, including her birth and death dates, remains elusive. She remains a noteworthy figure in the canon of English literature for her emotive and thought-provoking poetry.

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Sleep, gentle, mysterious healer,
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    I am slowly treading the mazy track
That leadeth, through sunshine and shadows, back -
Through freshest meads where the dews yet cling
As erst they did to each lowly thing,
Where flowers bloom and where streamlets flow
With the tender music of long ago -
To the far-off past that, through mists of tears,
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And wooes me back to the gleaming shore
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By And By

        God will not let His bright gifts die
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        I shall sing them by and by


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