THE MISSING PATH.
Why should it seem so pleasant, the path we missed to-day?
With flowers fair and fragrant that ran along the way;
The sky all bright above it; the breezes balmy sweet,
Why should it seem so pleasant, the path we fain would meet.
Why should it seem so pleasant, although we could not see
Its living lines of beauty unfolding full and free?
Well we knew each winding would our weary feet invite,
Gliding upward, onward, through the realms of life and light.
Why should it seem so pleasant, the path we missed to-day,
Blooming fresh and fragrant as the flowers of the May?
The sky all bright above it; the breezes balmy sweet,
Why should it seem so pleasant, the path we fain would meet?