Will be left in the boat, like a shabby old coat,
And never put on again.
"I'm glad there's a place for the redeemed of the race,
In the Land of Beginning Again,
Where there'll be no sighing, there'll be no dying,
And where sorrows that seemed so sore,
Will vanish away like the night into day,
And never come back any more."
It is said "if wishes were horses, beggars would ride." It is useless for me to wish to live life over or expect an extension of many more years of borrowed time, but I hope yet that along the shortening path I may open up here and there a spring that will refresh some thirsty soul and plant a flower that will brighten the path of some weary one.