the seasons turn, the year is gone.
a golden light begins to dawn;
though heavy days have left their trace,
i find true joy in every dace.
longing for home; craving the warm,
but to stand up against the storm;
i can’t go see dear uncle john—
and home where he used to hang on!
good bye; sweet cheers; the year that passed;
thy eden’s bloom; sometime with glooms.
the misty path have clear it haze;
but to live life without a haste.
a qui-et hope will keep me brave,
against the pull of every wave;
if i can sleep in peace tonight,
i’ll say my life is bless by light.
