I walked a child among the green boughs weeping Heavy with the weight of fallen snow, And as I walked the woods were calmly sleeping I sang them forest songs from long ago.
The hemlocks magical at sunset dreaming, The crackling princess pine beneath my feet, It was a world of softness brightly gleaming, A cloistered space for meditation's seat.
But youthful hearts have not the time for slowing With all the earthly pleasures to explore, Too early yet to seek the inner knowing And the heritage of lives on earth before.
But now the years have flown and life is fleeing And I have lost the comrade of my soul, Errant is the compass of my being As I look towards the far receding goal.
I walk alone, the snowflakes lightly falling And empty are the coffers of my heart. Will I hear again His voice so sweetly calling, Will I see Her face once more ere I depart?
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