Poems (Browning)/The Course of Years
The Course of Years
And thus these years have passed along,
Each year a gladsome, vibrant song,
A song replete with happy hours;
Time's thorns are gone, we have the flowers
Of all the joys of yesterday,
And all the joys that are to be.
Through all the years, though far from home,
A mother's welcome whispers, "Come".
Before us shines a dear one's face
Girt round by every loving grace,
O silvered splendor of your hair,
With Moonlight's kisses tangled there.
Each year a gladsome, vibrant song,
A song replete with happy hours;
Time's thorns are gone, we have the flowers
Of all the joys of yesterday,
And all the joys that are to be.
Through all the years, though far from home,
A mother's welcome whispers, "Come".
Before us shines a dear one's face
Girt round by every loving grace,
O silvered splendor of your hair,
With Moonlight's kisses tangled there.