A sign of victory
A breath of hope
How pleasant it would be,
When tomorrow seems a day worth living.
A task well done,
A song within the heart,
These things of yesterdays,
Where have they gone?
Why all this weariness,
Flagging zeal and tired goals?
Why this brink of tears,
And talk that comes so hard?
Why this black view
On work, and play, and hope?
Where has that new tomorrow gone?
Why, why, 0 God?
What noble good can come from all these days?
Where is the song that now my heart should sing?
Where is the silver road where on my feet should trod?
How can the decades end in cheerless days?
Those high and holy moments when I gave my life to Thee
Where are they now?
(July 7, 1970)