I Shall Not Pass This Way Again

          Eva Rose York


I shall not pass this way again …

         Although it bordered be with flowers,

         Although I rest in fragrant bowers,

                           And hear the singing

                           Of song-birds winging

To highest heaven their gladsome flight;

Though moons are full and stars are bright,

And winds and waves are softly sighing,

While leafy trees make low replying;

Though voices clear in joyous strain

Repeat a jubilant refrain;

Though rising suns their radiance throw

On summer’s green and winter’s snow,

In such rare splendor that my heart

Would ache from scenes like these to part;

         Though beauties heighten,

         And life-lights brighten,

And joys proceed from every pain …

I shall not pass this way again.


I love the beauty of the scene,

Would roam again o’er fields so green;

But since I may not, let me spend

My strength for others to the end …

For those who tread on rock and stone,

And bear their burdens all alone,

Who loiter not in leafy bowers,

Nor hear the birds nor pluck the flowers.

A larger kindness give to me,

A deeper love and sympathy;

         Then O one day

         May someone say …

Remembering a lessened pain …

“Would he could pass this way again.”