Her years steal by like birds through cloudless
skies,
Soft singing as they go;
She views their flight with sunshine in her
eyes,
She hears their music low,
And on her forehead, beautiful and wise,
Shines love's most holy glow.
There is no pain for her in Time's soft flight,
Her spirit is so fair;
Her days shine as they pass her, in the light
Her gentle doings wear;
On her fair brow I never saw the night,
But hope's glad star shone there.
Poems
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From the November 1885 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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