Classic Poem

The stream of life that flowed on Calvary
May yet have power to wash away my stains,
And leave my suffering spirit pure in Heaven.
She must be there, such innocence and grace,
Such cherub mildness, must find there its home.
O, had I never wandered in my youth,
Had but the living wave flowed onward pure,
As when it left its fountain, I might now
Mingle my hopes and happiness with hers.
But this can never be: the ills of life
Have thrown a separating gulf between,
Impassable, till I shall launch my bark
Upon the sea of dark futurity,
And steer my course for Heaven, those happy shores,
That bloom with love eternal; there our souls
May mingling meet, and never part again.