19.05.2008, 09:51
To the People of Old St. Michael's
Full twenty years together we have kept
The path that leads through life's well-varied scene:
In ceaseless round the earth grew fresh and gren,
And bore its frutage, and in beauty slept.
And many a time the heart of sorrow wept
To see fond prospects lose their golden sheen:
With eyes uplifted still and hope serene
We found God's solace, and our troth we kept.
And as a your children grew in age and grace,
It was my joy to watch their growth with you,
And closer thus they bound our hearts together.
O ever faithful, loving, kind and true,
Accept these whispering of the vanished days,
My Friends, my People, from your love's deep deptor.
Full twenty years together we have kept
The path that leads through life's well-varied scene:
In ceaseless round the earth grew fresh and gren,
And bore its frutage, and in beauty slept.
And many a time the heart of sorrow wept
To see fond prospects lose their golden sheen:
With eyes uplifted still and hope serene
We found God's solace, and our troth we kept.
And as a your children grew in age and grace,
It was my joy to watch their growth with you,
And closer thus they bound our hearts together.
O ever faithful, loving, kind and true,
Accept these whispering of the vanished days,
My Friends, my People, from your love's deep deptor.