Beyond the Years
I
Beyond the years the answer lies,Beyond where brood the grieving skiesAnd Night drops tears.Where Faith rod-chastened smiles to riseAnd doff its fears,And carping Sorrow pines and dies—Beyond the years.
II
Beyond the years the prayer for restShall beat no more within the breast;The darkness clears,And Morn perched on the mountain’s crestHer form uprears—The day that is to come is best,Beyond the years.
III
Beyond the years the soul shall findThat endless peace for which it pined,For light appears,And to the eyes that still were blindWith blood and tears,Their sight shall come all unconfinedBeyond the years.