ENVOY.

Just as of old! The world rolls on and on;

The day dies into night — night into dawn —

Dawn into dusk — through centuries untold.—

Just as of old.

Time loiters not. The river ever flows,

Its brink or white with blossoms or with snows;

Its tide or warm with Spring or Winter cold:

Just as of old.

Lo! where is the beginning, where the end

Of living, loving, longing? Listen, friend!—

God answers with a silence of pure gold —

Just as of old.