The Last Farewell

Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place

Made fair by one another for a while …

The long road then, unlit by your faint smile.

Ah! The long road! And you so far away!

Oh, I’ll remember! but … each crawling day

Will pale a little your scarlet lips, each mile

Dull the dear pain of your remembered face.

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Farewell, Diana, our dear friend and comrade. Farewell …

Until we meet again.

U

I said to the man who stood

at the gate of the year,

“Give me a light that I may tread

into the unknown.”

And he replied,

“Go out into the darkness

and put your hand

into the hand of God.

That shall be to you

better than light

and safer than a known way.”

So I went forth

and finding the hand of God,

trod gladly into the night.

And He led me towards the hills

and the breaking of day

in the lone East.

U

Diana Brewester

1944 – 2003

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