Reverie

We travel numb across the years

In lonely hours of thought--

Remember all that Time has brought

And crown Today with tears.

For, sadness is a joy we miss

When chained to public toil--

The noise of chatter but a foil

To melancholy bliss.

To think, to ache, to dream, to pray--

My highest duty borne;

To fellowship with Christ alone,

The blessing of my day.

So day gives way to dreary year

And year gives way to life

And life gives way to earthly strife

And death, to Heaven brought near.

--CJW--