Graham guardian., 1912-04-19
Would | Live My Life Over Again

Would | Live My Life Over Agar
Would Ii We my life over again?
The query strikes the mind will
thought,
At first the heart jumps to respond,
And yes is the reply, but how quickly
| It's brought
To realize, the responsibility that woult
| return,
Known from experiences of the past,
Some sweet, some bitter, all conscious.
| ly learned,
Others, like bubbles in air, eluding the
| grasp.
| Would be again the little babe,
Cooing so sweetly on yon little cot,
While lowering above with lovelit eye,
A motherly heart, wondering what its
lot.
Shall the future bring to it rich bless
Or will It, to the future bring a curse,
Will it walk among men with the tread
of king.
Or, its lot cause my poor heart to
burst.
And closing the eyes, tbs but to dream,
Of the years that have experienced the
Of childRoeod's happy hours, of life the
cream,
The bouyant, and romping life of the
boy,
! And as we dream sweet longing comes,
To rush back the years and join the
refrain,
Of those days of childhood in the old
home,
Yes is the reply, l would live it again.
Aud then to the soul comes vision OF
light,
For the mind has outgrown the desire
for toys,
The voice grows stronger, and the
heart catches sight,
Of it's affinity that arouse dormant
IT'S that stage in life. that comes unto
all,
How strange it seems, there are two
| things we meet,
That level mankind beyond power OF
| recall,
The Souls affinity, and death, for we
cannot retreat.
Then the Union of two in an Eternal
pledge
Of fealty, whether it be for veal OF
woe,
And the shoulders broaden, real life
begins,
Round upon round, and row after row,
The hand becomes steady, for the love
it labors,
Ever looking and serving, for the day
to come,
For old age creeps on, and the day
draws near,
And prospects brighten as we build our
home.
For loves sake we have toiled, and
heart grows tender,
Gray hair in quiet glory the temples
adorn,
STOPPED shoulders, bent form and step
unsteady,
Tell ST the weight of years, not of the
morn,
But looking back over all of these
years,
Meditating upon all we cannot restrain
Spite Of all the intervening vale OF
tears,
We would gladly live it over again.
But there comes to the heart as if un-
hidden,
That other side of life so full of its
pain,
That which from the world we would
keep hidden,
Gives the lie to the thought we would
live it again,
The bitterness experienced in disap-
pointments all,
The thought of which we would gladly
restrain,
The heartache of bereavement, the lot
of all,
All no, God forbid, we should live it
again.
Then to Him who doeth all things well,
We submit to His will for He knoweth
best,
In the shaping of lives, He did wisely
and well,
In drawing the veil DER the future, He
blest
Man as never man was blest before,
For if the future to man should become
plain,
He would shrink from his place, the
battle give o'er,
And dread to live now, let lone living
again.
So the present is ours, the past, it is
written,
Whatwe are to-day is history tomorrow
Make the best of the now for time is
fighting,
Ever pushing behind us the thought of
borrow,
Living for others, their happiness pro-
mote,
Forgetting the life we are leaving be-
hind,
Pressing forward with courage to things
now remote,
To the life that's behind, be eternally
blind.
To live it again methinks would not
change,
The pages of history for we each did
! our best,
In doing this we consciously feel nc
/ guilt,
We lived as best we could, in that
! thought we rest,
Our destiny is fixed by acts of our own,
For we could not change it by living
again,
So do the best we can with the now,
our own,
And God will assist us, and HEAVIER