The Sacred Past Is Ours
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Title
The Sacred Past Is Ours
Description
What if we never meet again,
The pleasures, sunshine and the rain,
Its memories on us still will grow
In desert or in city's crowded mart,
Except as strangers meet?
Can we forget the past, - the pain,The pleasures, sunshine and the rain,
The bitter and the sweet?
The sacred past is ours;
And come what may, where'er we go,Its memories on us still will grow
Dearer with the vanished hours.
Why part, if not to meet,
Somewhere, with constant, gladdened heart,In desert or in city's crowded mart,
And love's sweet words repeat!
Creator
T. Thomas Fortune
Source
4:31, p. 2
Date
1891.04.25
Collection
Citation
T. Thomas Fortune, “The Sacred Past Is Ours,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 19, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/515.
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