Homecoming

Here lies the glory of the golden past -
Old scenes grown dim are shining bright again.
The goodness of the land shall always last,
Renewing faith through April's warm soft rain.
Once on this ground you soon forget each care,
For time holds back the hurried moments now,
As friends of long ago have come to share
The joys founds here that have remained, somehow.

This day will linger on to weave new hopes
As flute-like wind that lulls the heart to sing,
And prays now offered on these hillside slopes
Will live in memory of olden bells that ring.
May we who walk familiar paths today
Keep ever onward in the upward way.

~ May Smith White