He wanders, lost in waking dreams,
The frozen ground grown concrete hard
Beneath his steady heartbeat tread.
At last he sees the place he knew –
There grew the man he has become –
But tossed upon the tides of time,
Neither it nor he are the same.
Recall the warmth of summer’s night,
Bedecked by flickered fires’ flames.
Remember now the gold-drenched dawn,
When morning’s light whispered your name
And bade you rise and play again,
Just as you did the day before.
And what is more, those faces see,
Those hearts that loved you then so well.
Is all now lost in memory?
A dull, long-dead, once-living scene?
Or does this dream bid you anew,
To look beyond what now is gone,
To that to come which cannot die,
Held fast in Him Who cannot lose?
How heavy is the joyous weight,
The glory that awaits you then!
Your home does not behind you lie,