To try to find the evidence
That we’ve never been apart
Is to bind the wind in bundles
For to load upon a cart.

It has now been many years
Since we face to face have met.
Yesterday with its many tears
is but snow of winter’s art.

Have I forgotten what was said?
The words you spoke, to this day,
Ring aloud to inform the mind,
In their vast and bright array.

What thoughts there are, they must pass by
Another day is present.
The past remains now but a sigh,
Onward, forward, we are sent.

And so, again in April’s reign
Another year transgresses
Then if it be that so you deign,
Be pleased with him who blesses.