Reminder

Yea, the writing of the ages
Speaks Eternity as ever
Listening, ever waiting.
Teach me. Teach me!
Let me ne'er forget that I am a child;
That tomorrow is a secret,
A joyful secret, not yet imparted;
That Yesterday was a plaything
Which I loved, but left
Upon a pathway within a shadow.


Ever the Pupil, by Patience Worth