Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1901-06-01
The love we meet shall be the love we
knew.

God hath been merclful-it must be So
Else as mere strangers TO strange lands
we go;
Changed as life changes those who
went before,
No love to greet us on the other shore
Life brings forgetfulness, but then In
death,
That sweet good morning of farewell
breath.
Are earth's best Joys sunk In deeper
bliss?
Doth the babe there forget Its mothers
kiss2
The father care no more to keep his
own,
Losing the child because It's older
grown2
Heaven or earth, what life may rise or
set,
We know our mothers love shall not
forget
But here in life we meet, we part ana
so
Meeting and parting and forgetting go
SO few TO give comrades counter
sign
So few TO mt the cup for Aud Lang
Syne;
We choose the phantom we have chris
tened fame"
Breaking the bond with friends to win
a name.
name! on unknown lips or far or
near.
4 name and but a name to those once
dear.
And some men see the beck Of wealth
And some give all to live with love
an hour!
SO to our separate journeys go we
forth, a.,
| And this man chooseth south, MS
brother north.
How viii II be when night hath brought
us back2
sbal hands and hearts be filled or
shall they lack?
This man shall have his gold ana that
his fame,
But, oh the many bent IN grlet OF
shame
When the night cometh, LORD we shuil
be there,
Cain IN our hands perhaps IN heai's
the care,
The gain without, the suffering with
The gain that cannot cover up the
sim
No gold can hll the vacant place a
brothers love hath known,
No fame can wake the stiffness when
the love Of friends hath flown.
So shall we say with bitter hearts when
that the night, shall be;
"Am my brothers keeper, Lord that
Thou doest question me"
We meet; each hath his separate hope,
his separate way
Yet side by side, perchance, we meet
the day;
Good morning. on strangers lips
we hear,
We know not when the lips became
more dear;
But, lol We glance into each others
eyes
And find an answering look in half
surprise;
And gazing on the stars together we
Question the secrets Of Eternity
And, Oh, the bond Of books-the books
we read
And what they made US think, and
what we said;
The dear old books that speak with
such sweet grace,
That meet you like some dear familiar
face, Dad.
No matter what your StatIon or your
fame,
Like friends whose trust shall ever be
the same;
Here are the lines we read together
here
The place you paused to smile though
with a tear, .u
Here is the word that made our eyes
more bright.
| And here the thought that made our
souls more white;
More full OF glory than the writer
dreamed
Each Of these books 10 us a Bible
seemed
sacred-and yet how strange each one
can be-
Like a dead voice that mocks a mem
DRY!
What shall we do with the dear old
days,
The days that shall never return?
That grow more dear with The passing
year;
The more that we suffer and learn.
The dear old days when together we
pOred
Der the page OF a dull-faced book
And we wondered a while, II man
walked @ mile
How many miles he took.
or parley vous-ed this and speaker
sled that
Perhaps with a dash Of old Spain.
And swallowed verb from Latin
book heard.
And had II extracted with pain.
o, the dear old days when we never
were known
To study a young mans smile,
Or get In a nook with a Girl and
book,
The pleasant spring days to be-
guile.
And the solemn old clock In the hall
below,
What tales the old clock knows,
As IL watches the wind Of our human
kind
As it comes as II works, as It goes
As It comes, as It works, as It passes
on
This surge Of our human kind,
with a different part for each human
heart.
with q different world for each mind,
A memory sits at each old-tlme desk,
Where an old time face was seen,
Though the lips be glad, still the eyes
grow sad.
with the thoughts that come between.
What shall we do with the dear old
friends,
The friends that were trusted and
true.
That shared our smile for a little while
Under the white and blue?
The dear old friends, and the dear old
days,
How long shall their memory last?
Shall we calmly say. They have
passed away,
They are buried down deep in the
past?'