Of the last long mile,
Shall we say that the journey
Was not worth while?
Not if we've loved
These simple things:
The scent of flowers
And the rush of wings-
Not if we've
Loved a garden green,
And found a joy
In a quiet scene-
Not if in Beauty
We've divined-
The loveliness of
The Eternal Mind
If we've found the friends
Upon the way-
Well contented,
We shall say,
With the journey done
And the task complete-
That God was good
And life was sweet.
Patience Strong
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