Florence Earle Coates,
Lyrics of Life — Beyond
(1909)
“ When autumn preens a migratory wing, And on earth's hearth the fire is burning low!— Were there no future with romance aglow, When the chilled blood within the vein moves slow, No dream of a fair dawning, in the night,— No fond expectancy,—no pledge of light Fairer than cloud-veiled days of winter know! ·········· To-morrow!—mystic word of the Ideal! What were all else, wert thou not there to heal The deepest hurt that e'er the present gave? Friend! Ever wise consoler! We are brave Because of thee! Trusting thy might to save. ”
