On the soul-path where she leads,
Under the flashing stars
And the splendor of suns in prime,
In a land of new horizons,
In the unknown aftertime.
AT EDGEWATER
ONE by one they pass away,
Days, like white ships which sail peacefully
On the soul-path where she leads,
Under the flashing stars
And the splendor of suns in prime,
In a land of new horizons,
In the unknown aftertime.
ONE by one they pass away,
Days, like white ships which sail peacefully