Look Into the Past.
Reading edition
LOOK into the past—there are pictures Detaining the sunshine of May, All aquiver with light they turn to the sight, Like a flower that faces the day. How restful the hillsides and shady! The brook like a song passeth by, And the trespassing moon floats about through noon, Like a bubble blown up in the sky. Look into the past! It is happy; Its voices are voices of youth; There is no idle jest to disturb the heart’s rest, And its banners wear mottoes of truth; Look back at the glad, happy faces That walk with our childhood abreast, And show me to-day, though it be miles away, A spot that can offer such rest. Say not that the years long escaping, Show graves of a cankering joy. Because we have found that new pleasures abound, Must we cast off our first childish toy? Because some old love has disturbed us, And filled a lost hour full of gloom, Are we never to go, when the sun lieth low, And stand by the neglected tomb?
