The tides of time shall cease to flow When gently rocks the night; Yet in this flow of all we know, The heart ignites the light. The waves shall call and sweetly sway, To ebb and rise with dreams, Each moment, like a child at play, In rhythm’s whispered themes. On sands of time we dance and sing, The lessons life bestows; As nature’s bounty ever brings, The peace that gently blows.
- Sarah Orne Jewett