In The Master's Service

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AT TWILIGHT

Anonymous

I would remember such and such a thing,
Not the sharp stones along the weary road,
Not the sharp words that used to cut and sting,
Nor the increasing weight of each day's load.

But this I would remember-the keen thrill
When one could drop the burden of the day
And stand with victory upon the hill
And looking down, exclaim, "I've come this way!"

I would forget when disappointment jeered,
Unsheathed its sword and struck across the heart.
I would forget the calloused word that seared,
The unkind hand that flung a poisoned dart.

I would remember how a sunset's glow
Drew all the sorrow from a jaded breast,
And how a river's gentle, placed flow
Could put the spirit's turbulence to rest.

I would remember only precious things
How friendship never failed when skies grew black,
How sweetly lilac time gay robins sang;
Remembering thus, how pleasant to look back.

Yes, twilight time brings thoughts
Of things long past,
And of them all, I treasure most
The things that last.