Water of Life
Gladly we think in this year of grace,
Swiftly the Streams of our being flow ;
Surely believe that a meeting-place
Waits for their kiss in the pools below ;
Gaily assert that their rapids run,
Rippled with laughter, to union.
Into my river tumbles a Stream,
Flashing, tumultuous, rainbow-set;
Happy reality, summer dream ?
Give me an answer, sweet Violet.
" Dream be real, and the bow above.
Heaven's benison over our love."
Into your river my waters fall;
Whither away does the current race ?
Under the shade of a grey church wall;
Out, and the sun on its happy face.
Echo of bells in an April sky,
" How shall the well-springs of love run dry ? "
Darling, I pray, when the Stream of Life
Passes afar to a silent sea.
That memory may recall no Strife
'Twixt crossing currents. To you and me
May memory say what our hearts foretell:
" Life was a river of Love as well."