Classic Poem

When we have lived our little lives,
And learned of life and death;
And known alternate joy and pain,
And seen the sunlight and the rain.
And trod the mountain-top and plain,
In different zones of earth;

When we have learned what love is like,
And felt what hate can do,
And watched the rose, so dear and sweet,
Fall dead and faded at our feet,
And heard the clock the hours repeat
Till all our years are through;

Then wilt Thou lift us, Lord, to Thee,
And show us from the height,
What Thou didst mean, when Thou didst make
The cooing dove, and poison snake,
And plant the nightshade, and the brake,
And set them all in sight?

When we have lived our little lives,
And learned of life and death;
And known alternate joy and pain,
And seen the sunlight and the rain.
And trod the mountain-top and plain,
In different zones of earth;

When we have learned what love is like,
And felt what hate can do,
And watched the rose, so dear and sweet,
Fall dead and faded at our feet,
And heard the clock the hours repeat
Till all our years are through;

Then wilt Thou lift us, Lord, to Thee,
And show us from the height,
What Thou didst mean, when Thou didst make
The cooing dove, and poison snake,
And plant the nightshade, and the brake,
And set them all in sight?