Over The Eyes Of Gladness

"The voice of One hath spoken,
    And the bended reed is bruised -
The golden bowl is broken,
    And the silver cord is loosed."

Over the eyes of gladness
    The lids of sorrow fall,
And the light of mirth is darkened
    Under the funeral pall.

The hearts that throbbed with rapture
    In dreams of the future years,
Are wakened from their slumbers,
    And their visions drowned in tears.

    .    .    .    .    .    .    .
Two buds on the bough in the morning -
    Twin buds in the smiling sun,
But the frost of death has fallen
    And blighted the bloom of one.

One leaf of life still folded
    Has fallen from the stem,
Leaving the symbol teaching
    There still are two of them, -

For though - through Time's gradations,
    The LIVING bud may burst, -
The WITHERED one is gathered,
    And blooms in Heaven first.

James Whitcomb Riley

James Whitcomb Riley was an American writer, poet, and best-selling author. He was known as the "Hoosier Poet" and the "Children's Poet" for his dialect works and children's poetry respectively. Over his career, Riley authored approximately 1,000 poems, including "Little Orphant Annie" and "The Raggedy Man". His influence extended into the 20th century, and his works continued to be celebrated for their nostalgic and rural themes.

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I

But yesterday
I looked away
O'er happy lands, where sunshine lay
In golden blots
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But yesterday!...
O blooms of May,
And summer roses - Where-away?
O stars above,
And lips of love
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O gleam and gloom,
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When evening shadows fall,
    She hangs her cares away
Like empty garments on the wall
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And while old memories throng,
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She lifts her grateful heart in song
    When evening shadows fall.

Her weary hands forget
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Her soul springs up in lily bloom
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Time of crisp and tawny leaves,
And of tarnished harvest sheaves,
And of dusty grasses - weeds -
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And of clearer twitterings
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