Return After Fifty Years
At last:
The journey draws slowly to its end,
The hours more seeming tardy in their passing,
Than all the years of half a century gone.
God's glorious sunshine crowns the eternal hills,
And the peaceful valley breathes the spirit of the Sabath morn,
Nature's welcome to weary travelers given.
Retracing paths of long ago, the eye seeks fulfillment
Of many a picture hung on memory's wall,
Of many a dream of midnight slumber.
A. J. Paul
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