SOUL TO BODY.
OH, long-time Friend, 't is many a year since we Took hands together, and came through the morn, When thou and day and I were newly born—And fair the future looked, and glad and free—A year as long as whole Eternity—And full of roses with no stinging thorn, And full of joys that could not be outworn; And time was measureless for thee and me.
Long have we fared together, thou and I: Thou hast grown dearer, as old friends must grow: Small wonder if I dread to say good-by When our long pact is over, and I go To enter strange, new worlds beyond the sky, Called by that Power to whom no man saith No.