AND

And if I were to sound my last

and presently expire;

Would they cash my

many tears

a fortune to acquire?

Is it for such

these tears have come

to pass so silently --

to fill yon river Paradise

me'saint or not

to be?

And lo what comes about

too slow when storms

do rush the rain?

Shall all be well

when sorrows fail

And
rest does ease the pain

and rest does ease the pain

Amy Whittlesey O’Neill

    September 8, 2003