~Sunday Poem

 

Heart of my heart, the world is young;
   Love lies hidden in every rose!
Every song that the skylark sung
   Once, we thought, must come to a close:

Now we know the spirit of song,
   Song that is merged in the chant of the whole,
Hand in hand as we wander along,
   What should we doubt of the years that roll?

-from “Unity” by Alfred Noyes
Art (unknown to me)
found HERE!