1
The last ray of twilight has faded, the moon's silver light shines instead:
And yet, though all worn out and jaded, sleep forsakes my lone pillow and bed.
2
As I wander alone in the moonlight, looking into far azure blue.
Hark! The clock strikes the hour of midnight: I was thinking my heart's love,
of you.
3
Does life's retrospect leap time and distance, back from Heaven to Earth's
transient home?
Yes, the saints ne'er forget the existence of the dear ones they've left here to
roam.
4
Is it wrong to think of the love dreams that brightened our pathway in youth?
Is it wrong to cherish their memory, since forgetting will not alter truth.
5
Backward o'er times fleeting cycles to the days when hope's star shone most
bright,
Fond memory bids me to linger, and ask you to join me tonight.
6
Come then, let us sit by the river, when vesper brings Venus to view;
For Cupid has darts in his quiver. I'll reveal the glad secret- to you.
7
When at last we shall meet by the river. Life's river that flows by the throne,
I'll thank Cupid's dart and his quiver, and claim you again for my own.
-Walter C. Harris
Limestone, Tenn.
January 4th, 1922
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Monday, March 27, 2023
Sentiment And Retrospect
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